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

¹¹ though you make them grow on the day that you plant them
    and make them blossom in the morning that you sow,
yet the harvest will flee away
    in a day of sickness and incurable pain.^(A)

¹³ [[When the nations roar like the roaring of many waters,]]^[a]
    he will rebuke them, and they will flee far away,
chased like chaff on the mountains before the wind
    and like whirling dust before the storm.^(A)

¹⁶ You shall winnow them, and the wind shall carry them away,
    and the tempest shall scatter them.
Then you shall rejoice in the Lord;
    in the Holy One of Israel you shall glory.^(A)