For, like grass, soon shall they wither, and, like green herbage, shall they fade.

These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise. - a throng keeping festival.

Let such men flow away like waters that disperse themselves: He prepareth his arrow, Like grass let them be cut down:

For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, - Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame.

Thou hast snatched them away, A sleep, do they become, In the morning, they are like grass that shooteth up,

When the lawless do thrive like grass, And all the workers of iniquity have blossomed, It is that they may be destroyed for ever.

As for man, like grass, are his days, Like the blossom of the field, so, doth he blossom;

Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;

Thus changed they my glory, for the similitude of an ox that eateth grass.

Gross, like fat, is their heart, I, in thy law, have found dear delight.

Let them become like the grass of housetops, which, before it is pulled up, hath withered;

Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass: