All mankind is grass, and all their glory like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower wilts, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it. Though the grass withers and the flower wilts, the word of our God stands forever. Before him all the nations are as nought, as nothing and void he accounts them. He brings princes to nought and makes the rulers of the earth as nothing. Scarcely are they planted or sown, scarcely is their stem rooted in the earth, When he breathes upon them and they wither, and the stormwind carries them away like straw.