¹⁴ for he knows how we are formed,^(A)
    he remembers that we are dust.^(B)
15 The life of mortals is like grass,^(C)
    they flourish like a flower^(D) of the field;
¹⁶ the wind blows^(E) over it and it is gone,
    and its place^(F) remembers it no more.

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)

⁶ A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass,^(A)
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.