Whilst it is yet in its greenness, and not cut down, It withereth before any other herb.
That the triumphing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the godless but for a moment?
Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the flag grow without water?
So are the paths of all that forget God; And the hope of the godless man shall perish:
And the rivers shall stink; the streams of Egypt shall be minished and dried up: the reeds and flags shall wither away.
For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, a salt land and not inhabited.
And he that was sown upon the rocky places, this is he that heareth the word, and straightway with joy receiveth it;
For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth: