All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field....
For, "ALL FLESH IS LIKE GRASS, AND ALL ITS GLORY LIKE THE FLOWER OF GRASS. THE GRASS WITHERS, AND THE FLOWER FALLS OFF"
"As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes"
"And the rich man is to glory in his humiliation, because like flowering grass he will pass away"
