Isa.40.6

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:

Isa.40.6

A voice says, "Shout!" I said, "What shall I shout?These people are nothing but grass, their love fragile as wildflowers.

Isa.40.6

A voice says, "Cry out." And I said, "What shall I cry?All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

Isa.40.6

A voice said, "Shout!" I asked, "What should I shout?Shout that people are like the grass that dies away. Their beauty fades as quickly as the beauty of flowers in a field.