“All flesh is like grass
    and all its glory like the flower of grass.
The grass withers,
    and the flower falls,^(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)

³ For my days pass away like smoke,
    and my bones burn like a furnace.^(A)
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
    I am too wasted to eat my bread.^(B)