⁴ Shout for joy^(A) to the Lord, all the earth,
    burst into jubilant song with music;

⁶ A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass,^(A)
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.

“All people are like grass,
    and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,

¹¹ I know every bird^(A) in the mountains,
    and the insects in the fields^(B) are mine.

¹² The vine is dried up
    and the fig tree is withered;^(A)
the pomegranate,^(B) the palm and the apple^[a] tree—
    all the trees of the field—are dried up.^(C)
Surely the people’s joy
    is withered away.

¹⁸ King of Assyria, your shepherds^[a] slumber;^(A)
    your nobles lie down to rest.^(B)
Your people are scattered^(C) on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.

⁶ I will drench the land with your flowing blood^(A)
    all the way to the mountains,
    and the ravines will be filled with your flesh.^(B)