¹⁹ By the sweat of your brow^(A)
    you will eat your food^(B)
until you return to the ground,
    since from it you were taken;
for dust you are
    and to dust you will return.”^(C)

⁶ A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass,^(A)
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.

⁷ The grass withers^(A) and the flowers fall,
    because the breath^(B) of the Lord blows^(C) on them.
    Surely the people are grass.