11  My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like ^bgrass.

  7  Call ye, therefore, upon them with loud proclamation, and with your testimony, fearing them not, for they are as ^agrass, and all their glory as the flower thereof which soon falleth, that they may be left also without excuse—

  10  But the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the ^agrass he shall pass away.

  12  I am he; yea, I am he that comforteth you. Behold, who art thou, that thou shouldst be afraid of man, who shall die, and of the son of man, who shall be made like unto ^cgrass?