Psalm 103:14–16

For he knows our frame;

he remembers that we are dust.

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.

for he knows how we are formed,

he remembers that we are dust.

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.

For he knows what we are made of,

remembering that we are dust.

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.

For he knows how weak we are;

he remembers we are only dust.

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.

For he knows our frame.

He remembers that we are dust.

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.

For he knoweth our frame;

He remembereth that we are dust.

As for man, his days are as grass:

As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone;

And the place thereof shall know it no more.