Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.
That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite 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 El; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:
And they shall turn the rivers far away; and the brooks of defence shall be emptied and dried up: the reeds and flags shall wither.
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, in a salt land and not inhabited.
But he that received the seed into stony places, the same is he that heareth the word, and immediately with joy receiveth it;
For all flesh is as grass, and all the honour of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: