⁴ My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.

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

¹⁵ As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

⁶ Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

¹² I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass;