Isaiah 40:6-8
The voice said, Cry.
And he said, What shall I cry?
All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof
is as the flower of the field:
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth:
because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it:
surely the people is grass.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth:
but the word of our GOD
shall stand forever.
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