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

⁶ A voice was saying, ‘Cry out! ’
Another said,^[a] ‘What should I cry out? ’
‘All humanity is grass,^(A)
and all its goodness is like the flower of the field.^(B)
7 The grass withers, the flowers fade
when the breath^[b] of the Lord blows on them;^[c]
indeed, the people are grass.