Isaiah 40:24-26

The Voice

²⁴ They scarcely are planted, take root and start growing,
    before God blows a withering breath,
And storm winds carry them away like chaff.

²⁵ The Holy One asks, “Do you really think you can find
    someone or something to compare to Me? My equal?”
²⁶ Look at the myriad of stars and constellations above you.
    Who set them to burning, each in its place?
    Who knows those countless lights each by name?
They obediently shine, each in its place,
    because God has the great strength and strong power to make it so.