⁵ Yet you sweep people away^(A) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:

⁶ In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.^(A)

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.

“All people are like grass,
    and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,