in the morning it glistens and sprouts up; at evening time it withers and dries up.

May they be like the grass on the rooftops which withers before one can even pull it up,

You broke open the spring and the stream; you dried up perpetually flowing rivers.

My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.

The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.

My heart is parched and withered like grass, for I am unable to eat food.