⁶ A voice said, “Shout!”
    I asked, “What should I shout?”

“Shout that people are like the grass.
    Their beauty fades as quickly
    as the flowers in a field.

¹⁵ Our days on earth are like grass;
    like wildflowers, we bloom and die.
¹⁶ The wind blows, and we are gone—
    as though we had never been here.

¹¹ My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows.
    I am withering away like grass.

“People are like grass;
    their beauty is like a flower in the field.
The grass withers and the flower fades.
²⁵     But the word of the Lord remains forever.”^[a]

² We blossom like a flower and then wither.
    Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear.

⁷ Though the wicked sprout like weeds
    and evildoers flourish,
    they will be destroyed forever.

⁵ You sweep people away like dreams that disappear.
    They are like grass that springs up in the morning.
⁶ In the morning it blooms and flourishes,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.

⁶ The day will come when watchmen will shout
    from the hill country of Ephraim,
‘Come, let us go up to Jerusalem^[a]
    to worship the Lord our God.’”