14 “Mortals, born of woman,^(A)
    are of few days^(B) and full of trouble.^(C)
2 They spring up like flowers^(D) and wither away;^(E)
    like fleeting shadows,^(F) they do not endure.^(G)

¹⁵ The life of mortals is like grass,^(A)
    they flourish like a flower^(B) of the field;
¹⁶ the wind blows^(C) over it and it is gone,
    and its place^(D) remembers it no more.