⁶ A voice says, “Cry!”
    And I said,^[a] “What shall I cry?”
^(A)All flesh is grass,
    and all its beauty^[b] is like the flower of the field.
⁷ The grass withers, the flower fades
    when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
    surely the people are grass.
^8 (B)The grass withers, the flower fades,
    but the word of our God will stand forever.

² For they will soon ^(A)fade like ^(B)the grass
    and wither ^(C)like the green herb.

²⁶ while their inhabitants, shorn of strength,
    are dismayed and confounded,
and have become ^(A)like plants of the field
    and like tender grass,
like grass on the housetops,
    blighted before it is grown.

⁶ Let them be like ^(A)the grass on the housetops,
    which ^(B)withers before it grows up,