When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever:

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Wherefore, if God 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?