Grass of Shortness and Uncertainty of Life

You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—

…in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.

As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field;

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall when the breath of the LORD blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,