⁹ For all our days pass away under your wrath;
    our years come to an end^[a] like a sigh.^(A)

¹² “Hear my prayer, O Lord,
    and give ear to my cry;
    do not hold your peace at my tears.
For I am your passing guest,
    an alien, like all my forebears.^(A)

⁶ A voice says, “Cry out!”
    And I said,^[a] “What shall I cry?”
All flesh is grass;
    their constancy is like the flower of the field.^(A)
7 The grass withers; the flower fades,
    [[when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
    surely the people are grass.^(B)
8 The grass withers; the flower fades,]]^[b]
    but the word of our God will stand forever.^(C)