¹⁰ and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.

²⁴ For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:

¹⁷ And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.

¹⁷ Charge them that are rich in this present world, that they be not highminded, nor have their hope set on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy;

³¹ and those that use the world, as not using it to the full: for the fashion of this world passeth away.

² He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

³⁵ I have seen the wicked in great power, And spreading himself like a green tree in its native soil.

³⁶ But one passed by, and, lo, he was not: Yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.

¹⁴ whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

⁸ Yea verily, and I count all things to be loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but refuse, that I may gain Christ,

¹⁵ For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.

⁵ Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

⁶ In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

² For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, And wither as the green herb.

³ Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

² For all these things hath my hand made, and `so' all these things came to be, saith Jehovah: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and that trembleth at my word.

⁶ The voice of one saying, Cry. And one said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.

¹⁵ As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

³⁰ But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, `shall he' not much more `clothe' you, O ye of little faith?