For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
And Enoch walketh habitually with God, and he is not, for God hath taken him.
And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he?
The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
A voice is saying, `Call,' And he said, `What do I call?' All flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is As a flower of the field:
Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass;