At morn it flourishes and grows, cut down at ev'n doth fade.
When those that lewd and wicked are spring quickly up like grass, And workers of iniquity do flourish all apace; It is that they for ever may destroyed be and slain;
By reason of my groaning voice my bones cleave to my skin.
But thou, Lord, everlasting art, and thy remembrance shall Continually endure, and be to generations all.