“As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.”
אֱנוֹשׁ כֶּחָצִיר יָמָיו כְּצִיץ הַשָּׂדֶה כֵּן יָצִיץ
כִּי רוּחַ עָבְרָה־בּוֹ וְאֵינֶנּוּ וְלא־יַכִּירֶנּוּ עוֹד מְקוֹמוֹ
– Psalm 103:15-16