For the sun ariseth with the scorching wind, and withereth the grass; and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his goings.
But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which to- day is, and to- morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?