¹⁵ As for man, his days are like ^(A)grass;
    he flourishes like ^(B)a flower of the field;

⁶ A voice says, “Cry!”
    And I said,^[a] “What shall I cry?”
^(A)All flesh is grass,
    and all its beauty^[b] is like the flower of the field.
⁷ The grass withers, the flower fades
    when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
    surely the people are grass.

^(A)“All flesh is like grass
    and all its glory like the flower of grass.
The grass withers,
    and the flower falls,