Isaiah 40

  

“Cry out!” says the Lord.  

“What shall I cry?” I ask.  

“All men are like grass,

And their glory is like the flowers of the field.  

The grass withers.  

The flowers fall because the breath of the Lord blows on them.  

Surely the people are like grass.  

The grass withers and the flowers fall, 

BUT the WORD of our GOD stands FOREVER. “

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