TSK · James 1:11

Foreigners lose their courage; they shake with fear as they leave their strongholds.

I have seen ruthless evil men growing in influence, like a green tree grows in its native soil.

Surely you put them in slippery places; you bring them down to ruin.

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

The Lord Will Judge Samaria The splendid crown of Ephraim’s drunkards is doomed, the withering flower, its beautiful splendor, situated at the head of a rich valley, the crown of those overcome with wine.

The grass dries up, the flowers wither, when the wind sent by the LORD blows on them. Surely humanity is like grass.

So God sent a worm at dawn the next day, and it attacked the little plant so that it dried up.

When the sun came up it was scorched, and because it did not have sufficient root, it withered.

The Rich Man and Lazarus“There was a rich man who dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day.

Warning to the Rich Come now, you rich! Weep and cry aloud over the miseries that are coming on you.

Then when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the crown of glory that never fades away.