Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.

The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.

But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

If he destroy him from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee.

Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow.

The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him.