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

Rescue me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked,
Out of the grasp of the wrongdoer and ruthless man,

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

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;
In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.

That when the wicked sprouted up like grass
And all who did iniquity flourished,
It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.

My heart has been smitten like grass and has withered away,
Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.

My days are like a lengthened shadow,
And I wither away like grass.

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

He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,
And vegetation for the labor of man,
So that he may bring forth food from the earth,

Thus they exchanged their glory
For the image of an ox that eats grass.

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

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