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You sweep mortals away.
    They are a dream.
    They sprout again in the morning like cut grass.
        In the morning they blossom and sprout.
        In the evening they wither and dry up.

Indeed, your anger consumes us.
    Your rage terrifies us.

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Yet you sweep people away(A) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.(B)

We are consumed by your anger
    and terrified by your indignation.

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