For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.
and Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.
But man dieth, and wasteth away: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
The eye which saw him shall see him no more; Neither shall his place any more behold him
The voice of one saying, Cry. And one said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; because the breath of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.