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:

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers 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 withers and the flowers fall when the breath of the LORD blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.”