The earth mourns and withers, the world fades and withers, the exalted of the people of the earth fade away.

For you will be like an oak whose leaf fades away
Or as a garden that has no water.

Now in that day the glory of Jacob will fade,
And the fatness of his flesh will become lean.

Woe to the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim,
And to the fading flower of its glorious beauty,
Which is at the head of the fertile valley
Of those who are overcome with wine!

And the fading flower of its glorious beauty,
Which is at the head of the fertile valley,
Will be like the first-ripe fig prior to summer,
Which one sees,
And as soon as it is in his hand,
He swallows it.

The grass withers, the flower fades,
When the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.

The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever.