² For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

⁵ Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

⁶ The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: