For they will wither quickly like the grass,
And fade like the green herb.

Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked (godless),
From the grasp of the unrighteous and ruthless man.

May he come down like rain on the mown grass,
Like showers that water the earth.

There will be an abundance of grain in the soil on the top of the mountains;
Its fruit will wave like [the cedars of] Lebanon,
And those of the city will flourish like grass of the earth.

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep [forgotten as soon as they are gone];
In the morning they are like grass which grows anew—

That though the wicked sprout up like grass
And all evildoers flourish,
They will be destroyed forever.

I will set no worthless or wicked thing before my eyes.
I hate the practice of those who fall away [from the right path];
It will not grasp hold of me.

My heart has been struck like grass and withered,
Indeed, [absorbed by my heartache] I forget to eat my food.

My days are like an evening shadow that lengthens and vanishes [with the sun];
And as for me, I wither away like grass.

As for man, his days are like grass;
Like a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

Thus they exchanged [the true God who was] their glory
For the image of an ox that eats grass.

Let them be like the grass on the housetops,
Which withers before it grows up,

Who covers the heavens with clouds,
Who provides rain for the earth,
Who makes grass grow on the mountains.