Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



The voice that said, Cry. And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the mercy thereof is as the open flower of the field:


and he who is rich, in his low status, because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away. For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withers the grass, and its flower falls, and the beautiful appearance of it perishes: so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.

Thou dost cause them to pass by as the waters of a river; they are as a dream, which is strong in the morning like grass. In the morning it blossoms and grows up; in the evening it is cut down and withers.



I, even I, am he that comforts you. Who art thou that thou should be afraid of man that is mortal and of the son of man which shall be counted as stubble?

As for man, his days are as grass; as an open flower of the field, so he blossoms. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place shall know it no more.

The voice that said, Cry. And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the mercy thereof is as the open flower of the field: The grass withers, the flower fades because the spirit of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people is grass.

Thou dost cause them to pass by as the waters of a river; they are as a dream, which is strong in the morning like grass. In the morning it blossoms and grows up; in the evening it is cut down and withers.

And their inhabitants, of little strength, dismayed and confounded shall be as the grass of the field and as the green shrub as the grass on the housetops, that before it comes to maturity it is dried up.




I, even I, am he that comforts you. Who art thou that thou should be afraid of man that is mortal and of the son of man which shall be counted as stubble?

As for man, his days are as grass; as an open flower of the field, so he blossoms. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place shall know it no more.

The voice that said, Cry. And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the mercy thereof is as the open flower of the field: The grass withers, the flower fades because the spirit of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people is grass.

Thou dost cause them to pass by as the waters of a river; they are as a dream, which is strong in the morning like grass. In the morning it blossoms and grows up; in the evening it is cut down and withers.

And their inhabitants, of little strength, dismayed and confounded shall be as the grass of the field and as the green shrub as the grass on the housetops, that before it comes to maturity it is dried up.