but when the wind blows over it, it is gone, and its place is no longer known.
And Enoch continually walked with God—then he was not there, because God took him.
But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?
The eye that saw him will not see him again; his place will look on him no more.
A voice is saying, “Cry out!” So I said, “What shall I cry out?” “All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades. For the breath of Adonai blows on it. Surely the people are grass.