For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flow
As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field;
You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and th
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
For they wither quickly like grass and wilt like tender plants.
Therefore their inhabitants, devoid of power, are dismayed and ashamed. They are like plants in the field, tender green
The world is passing away, along with its desires; but whoever does the will of God remains forever.
May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,
that though the wicked sprout like grass, and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.
You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
My heart is afflicted, and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread.