He causes me to lie down in pastures of green grass; he guides me beside quiet waters.

Indeed, they soon will wither like grass, and like green herbs they will fade away.

My God, deliver me from the power of the wicked and the grasp of ruthless practicers of evil.

May he be like the rain that descends on mown grass, like showers sprinkling on the ground.

May grain be abundant in the land all the way to the mountain tops; may its fruits flourish like the forests of Lebanon, and may the cities sprout like the grass of the earth.

You will sweep them away while they are asleep by morning they are like growing grass.

Though the wicked sprout like grass; and all who practice iniquity flourish, it is they who will be eternally destroyed.

Withered like grass, my heart is overwhelmed, and I have even forgotten to eat my food.

A person's life is like grass it blossoms like wild flowers,

He causes grass to sprout for the cattle and plants for people to cultivate, to produce food from the land,

They exchanged their glory with the image of a grass-eating bull.

May they become like a tuft of grass on a roof top, that withers before it takes root

He shields the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth and making grass grow on the hills.