when the wind passes over, it vanishes, and its place remembers it no more.
The grass withers and the flowers fall when the breath of the LORD blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.
The eye that saw him will see him no more, and his place will no longer behold him.
But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?
Enoch walked with God, and then he was no more, because God had taken him away.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
If he is uprooted from his place, it will disown him, saying, ‘I never saw you.’
Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.