Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people [is] grass;

And Enoch walketh habitually with God, and he is not, for God hath taken him.

And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where [is] he?

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes [are] upon me -- and I am not.

He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

If [one] doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!

Lo, this [is] the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'

The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.