Add parallel Print Page Options

14 For he knows what we are made of,
remembering that we are dust.(A)

15 As for man, his days are like grass –
he blooms like a flower of the field;(B)
16 when the wind passes over it, it vanishes,
and its place is no longer known.[a](C)

Read full chapter

Footnotes

  1. 103:16 Lit place no longer knows it