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.

¹¹ so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;
    it shall not return to me empty,
but ^(A)it shall accomplish that which I purpose,
    and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.