Psalm 103:15–16

As for man, his days are like grass;

he flourishes like a flower of the field;

for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,

and its place knows it no more.

The life of mortals is like grass,

they flourish like a flower of the field;

the wind blows over it and it is gone,

and its place remembers it no more.

As for man, his days are like grass—

he blooms like a flower of the field;

when the wind passes over it, it vanishes,

and its place is no longer known.

Our days on earth are like grass;

like wildflowers, we bloom and die.

The wind blows, and we are gone—

as though we had never been here.

As for man, his days are like the grass.

As the flower of the field, so he blossoms.

When the wind passes over it, it is no more,

and its place knows it no longer.