As for man, his days are as grass; as an open flower of the field, so he blossoms.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,
and he who is rich, in his low status, because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
Thou dost cause them to pass by as the waters of a river; they are as a dream, which is strong in the morning like grass.
Woe to the crown of pride, to the drunkards of Ephraim and to the open flower of the beauty of their glory which is upon the head of the fertile valley of those that are overcome with wine!
And the fading flower of the beauty of their glory, which is upon the head of the fertile valley, shall be as the early fig, which comes first before the other fruits of the summer; which when he that looks upon it sees it; as soon as he has it in his hand, he eats it up.
The voice that said, Cry. And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the mercy thereof is as the open flower of the field:
I, even I, am he that comforts you. Who art thou that thou should be afraid of man that is mortal and of the son of man which shall be counted as stubble?