The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.
Read Full Chapter Isaiah 40:7
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: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
