As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field;
For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
“I, even I, am He who comforts you. Why should you be afraid of mortal man, of a son of man who withers like grass?
Woe to the majestic crown of Ephraim’s drunkards, to the fading flower of his glorious splendor, set on the summit above
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
“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
He rebukes the sea and dries it up; He makes all the rivers run dry. Bashan and Carmel wither, and the flower of Lebanon
The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before