40:6A voice saith, Cry. And he saith, What shall I cry? -- All flesh is grass, and all the comeliness thereof as the flower of the field.

40:7The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, for the breath of Jehovah bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

40:8The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God abideth for ever.

40:9O Zion, that bringest glad tidings, get thee up into a high mountain; O Jerusalem, that bringest glad tidings, lift up thy voice with strength: lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!