You carry us away like a flood; we last no longer than a dream. We are like weeds that sprout in the morning,

that grow and burst into bloom, then dry up and die in the evening.

A voice cries out, "Proclaim a message!" "What message shall I proclaim?" I ask. "Proclaim that all human beings are like grass; they last no longer than wild flowers.

Yes, grass withers and flowers fade, but the word of our God endures forever."

The LORD says, "I am the one who strengthens you. Why should you fear mortals, who are no more enduring than grass?

and the rich Christians must be glad when God brings them down. For the rich will pass away like the flower of a wild plant.

The sun rises with its blazing heat and burns the plant; its flower falls off, and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way the rich will be destroyed while they go about their business.

As the scripture says, "All human beings are like grass, and all their glory is like wild flowers. The grass withers, and the flowers fall,

We are all born weak and helpless. All lead the same short, troubled life.

Will you even look at me, God, or put me on trial and judge me?

The kingdom of Israel is doomed! Its glory is fading like the crowns of flowers on the heads of its drunken leaders. Their proud heads are well perfumed, but there they lie, dead drunk.

The fading glory of those proud leaders will disappear like the first figs of the season, picked and eaten as soon as they are ripe.

He commands the sea, and it dries up! He makes the rivers go dry. The fields of Bashan wither, Mount Carmel turns brown, and the flowers of Lebanon fade.