in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
that though the wicked sprout like grass, and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.
For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its flower falls and its beauty is lost. So too, the rich m
If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He