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Isaiah 40:7

American Standard Version (1901)

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of Jehovah bloweth upon it; surely the people is grass.

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His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.

For the sun ariseth with the scorching wind, and withereth the grass; and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his goings.

By the breath of God they perish, And by the blast of his anger are they consumed.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.

but with righteousness shall he judge the poor, and decide with equity for the meek of the earth; and he shall smite the earth with the rod of his mouth; and with the breath of his lips shall he slay the wicked.

Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded; they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, and as a field of grain before it is grown up.

Yea, they have not been planted; yea, they have not been sown; yea, their stock hath not taken root in the earth: moreover he bloweth upon them, and they wither, and the whirlwind taketh them away as stubble.

I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou art afraid of man that shall die, and of the son of man that shall be made as grass;

Ye looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith Jehovah of hosts. Because of my house that lieth waste, while ye run every man to his own house.

As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.




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