20 Terrors overtake them like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries them off.(A)
20 They are[a] like a dream when one awakes; on awaking you despise their phantoms.(A)
15 As for mortals, their days are like grass; they flourish like a flower of the field;(A)
6 A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said,[a] “What shall I cry?”All flesh is grass; their constancy is like the flower of the field.(A)
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