¹⁶ for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
    and its place knows it no more.

⁷ The grass withers; the flower fades,
    [[when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
    surely the people are grass.^(A)

⁹ The eye that saw them will see them no more,
    nor will their place behold them any longer.^(A)

¹⁰ But mortals die and are laid low;
    humans expire, and where are they?^(A)

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.^[a](A)

²⁰ Terrors overtake them like a flood;
    in the night a whirlwind carries them off.^(A)
21 The east wind lifts them up, and they are gone;
    it sweeps them out of their place.^(B)

¹⁸ If they are destroyed from their place,
    then it will deny them, saying, ‘I have never seen you.’^(A)
19 See, these are their happy ways,^[a]
    and out of the earth still others will spring.