"All people," even the strongest and most healthy people, are like the grass that dies away. Their beauty fades as quickly as the beauty of flowers in a field.
The grass is flourishing in the morning; but, being cut down by the mowers, in the evening it is withered. Likewise, man sometimes is walking up and down at ease in the morning and in the evening is lying as a corpse, being struck down by a sudden blow, with one or another of death's weapons.
The flower, at best, is but a weak and tender thing, of short continuance wherever it grows. But observe, man is not compared to the flower of the 'garden'; but to the "flower in the field" which the foot of every beast may tread down at any time.
Thus is our life liable to a thousand accidents every day, any of which may cut us off. But though we should escape all these yet at length the LORD sweeps them away, and they are gone!
[Thomas Boston]
Psalm 90:5-6 … Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Psalm 103:15-16 … As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Isaiah 40:6-7 … The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. ❤
