¹⁰ and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;

²⁴ because all flesh `is' as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,

¹⁷ and the world doth pass away, and the desire of it, and he who is doing the will of God, he doth remain -- to the age.

¹⁷ Those rich in the present age charge thou not to be high-minded, nor to hope in the uncertainty of riches, but in the living God, who is giving to us all things richly for enjoyment; --

³¹ and those using this world, as not using `it' up; for passing away is the fashion of this world.

² As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

³⁵ I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,

³⁶ And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!

¹⁴ who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;

⁸ yes, indeed, and I count all things to be loss, because of the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, because of whom of the all things I suffered loss, and do count them to be refuse, that Christ I may gain, and be found in him,

¹⁵ For thus said the high and exalted One, Inhabiting eternity, and holy `is' His name: `In the high and holy place I dwell, And with the bruised and humble of spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of bruised ones,'

⁵ Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

⁶ In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

² For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

³ `Happy the poor in spirit -- because theirs is the reign of the heavens.

² And all these My hand hath made, And all these things are, An affirmation of Jehovah! And unto this one I look attentively, Unto the humble and bruised in spirit, And who is trembling at My word.

⁶ A voice is saying, `Call,' And he said, `What do I call?' All flesh `is' grass, and all its goodliness `is' As a flower of the field:

¹⁵ Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;

¹¹ My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

³⁰ `And if the herb of the field, that to-day is, and to-morrow is cast to the furnace, God doth so clothe -- not much more you, O ye of little faith?