For they wither quickly like grass
and wilt like tender green plants.

Deliver me, my God, from the power of the wicked,
from the grasp of the unjust and oppressive.

May he be like rain that falls on the cut grass,
like spring showers that water the earth.

May there be plenty of grain in the land;
may it wave on the tops of the mountains.
May its crops be like Lebanon.
May people flourish in the cities
like the grass of the field.

You end their lives; they sleep.
They are like grass that grows in the morning—

though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they will be eternally destroyed.

My heart is afflicted, withered like grass;
I even forget to eat my food.

My days are like a lengthening shadow,
and I wither away like grass.

As for man, his days are like grass—
he blooms like a flower of the field;

He causes grass to grow for the livestock
and provides crops for man to cultivate,
producing food from the earth,

Our fathers in Egypt did not grasp
the significance of Your wonderful works
or remember Your many acts of faithful love;
instead, they rebelled by the sea—the Red Sea.

They exchanged their glory
for the image of a grass-eating ox.

Let them be like grass on the rooftops,
which withers before it grows up

Reach down from heaven;
rescue me from deep water, and set me free
from the grasp of foreigners

Set me free and rescue me
from the grasp of foreigners
whose mouths speak lies,
whose right hands are deceptive.

who covers the sky with clouds,
prepares rain for the earth,
and causes grass to grow on the hills.