but when the wind blows over it, it is gone, and its place is no longer known.
The grass withers, the flower fades. For the breath of Adonai blows on it. Surely the people are grass.
The eye that saw him will not see him again; his place will look on him no more.
But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?
And Enoch continually walked with God—then he was not there, because God took him.
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.