²¹ And I took your sin, the calf which ye had made, and burnt it with fire, and stamped it, and ground it very small, even until it was as small as dust: and I cast the dust thereof into the brook that descended out of the mount.

³⁹ For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

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

²² Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of ?

²⁷ Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded: they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, and as corn blasted before it be grown up.