⁶ The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:

⁷ The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

⁸ The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

³⁵ Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.

⁸⁹ For ever, O Lord, thy word is settled in heaven.

⁵² I remembered thy judgments of old, O Lord; and have comforted myself.