While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down, it withers before any other reed.

尚青的时候，还没有割下，比百样的草先枯槁。

它还青翠，没有割下的时候，比百样的草先枯槁。

它还青翠，没有割下的时候，比百样的草先枯槁。

它们还在生长、尚未割下，已比百草先枯萎。

尚青还没有割下来的时候，就比百草先枯槁。

尚青的時候，還沒有割下，比百樣的草先枯槁。

它還青翠，沒有割下的時候，比百樣的草先枯槁。

它還青翠，沒有割下的時候，比百樣的草先枯槁。

它們還在生長、尚未割下，已比百草先枯萎。

尚青還沒有割下來的時候，就比百草先枯槁。

當青葱時、還沒拔起，它比百草先枯乾。

尚青之時、未經芟刈、先百草而枯槁、

青青之時、不待人刈、先百草而凋零。

當青而未刈之時、先百草而枯槁、

While still growing and uncut, they wither more quickly than grass.

While they are still growing and haven’t been cut, they dry up faster than grass does.

While yet in flower and not cut down, they wither before any other plant.

While they are still flowering, not ready to be cut, they begin to wither more quickly than grass.

While still uncut shoots, they would dry up quicker than any other plant.

While it is still green and not cut down, Yet it withers before any other plant.

While it is yet green and not cut down, It withers before any other plant.

Whilst it is yet in its greenness, and not cut down, It withereth before any other herb.

While still uncut shoots, they would dry up quicker than any other plant.

Whilst it[ is] yet in his greenness,[ and] not cut down, it withereth before any[ other] herb.

While they are still beginning to flower and not ripe for cutting, they can wither away faster than any grass!

For he will be like a bush in the desert, and will not see when good comes, but will inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, an uninhabited salt land.

and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.For the sun arises with the scorching wind and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So the rich man will also fade away in his pursuits.

For,“ All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

What was sown on the rocky places, this is he who hears the word, and immediately with joy receives it;

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.