For, “All flesh is like grass, and all the glory of man is like a flower of grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls,
Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
You do not know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? It is a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.
And the world is passing away along with its lusts, but whoever does the will of God abides forever.