In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Ver. 6. In the morning it flourisheth] So doth man in his prime and vigour, his bones full of marrow, his breasts of milk.
In the evening it is cut down] So is man by death's mortal scythe, which moweth down the lilies of the crown as well as the grass of the field. In the evening grass will cut better, and the mowers can better work at it.