6
A voice says, "Cry out!" And I said, "What shall I cry?" All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field.
7
The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass.
8
The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever.
New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright 1989, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. (New Revised Standard)
