⁷ The grass withers^(A) and the flowers fall,
    because the breath^(B) of the Lord blows^(C) on them.
    Surely the people are grass.

¹⁰ You have forgotten^(A) God your Savior;^(B)
    you have not remembered the Rock,^(C) your fortress.^(D)
Therefore, though you set out the finest plants
    and plant imported vines,^(E)

¹¹ though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
    and on the morning^(A) when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest^(B) will be as nothing^(C)
    in the day of disease and incurable^(D) pain.^(E)

¹³ Although the peoples roar^(A) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes^(B) them they flee^(C) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff^(D) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.^(E)