the grass dries up, the flower fades, when a wind from ADONAI blows on it. Surely the people are grass!
The grass dries up, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever."
You who bring good news to Tziyon, get yourself up on a high mountain; you who bring good news to Yerushalayim, cry out at the top of your voice! Don't be afraid to shout out loud! Say to the cities of Y'hudah, "Here is your God!
Here comes Adonai ELOHIM with power, and his arm will rule for him. Look! His reward is with him, and his recompense is before him.
He is like a shepherd feeding his flock, gathering his lambs with his arm, carrying them against his chest, gently leading the mother sheep."
Who has counted the handfuls of water in the sea, measured off the sky with a ruler, gauged how much dust there is on the earth, weighed the mountains on scales, or the hills in a balance?
Who has measured the Spirit of ADONAI? Who has been his counselor, instructing him?
Whom did he consult, to gain understanding? Who taught him how to judge, taught him what he needed to know, showed him how to discern?
The nations are like a drop in a bucket, they count like a grain of dust on the scales. The islands weigh as little as specks of dust.
The L'vanon would not suffice for fuel or its animals be enough for burnt offerings.
Before him all the nations are like nothing. He regards them as less than nothing.