You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
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
They were snatched away before their time, and their foundations were swept away by a flood.
For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field;
Like one waking from a dream, so You, O Lord, awaken and despise their form.
Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
They sweep by like boats of papyrus, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
All the many nations going out to battle against Ariel—even all who war against her, laying siege and attacking her—will
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
the Lord will surely bring against them the mighty floodwaters of the Euphrates—the king of Assyria and all his pomp. It
He will fly away like a dream, never to be found; he will be chased away like a vision in the night.
Who is this, rising like the Nile, like rivers whose waters churn?