Someone told me to shout, and I asked, “What should I shout?” We humans are merely grass, and we last no longer than wild flowers.
We are flowers that fade and shadows that vanish.
My life fades like a shadow at the end of day and withers like grass.
Though the wicked sprout and spread like grass, they will be pulled up by their roots.
Sing, people of Zion! Celebrate the greatness of the holy LORD of Israel. God is here to help you.
Their people became weak, terribly confused. They were like wild flowers or like tender young grass growing on a flat roof or like a field of grain before it matures.
Someone is shouting: “Clear a path in the desert! Make a straight road for the LORD our God.
I am the LORD, the one who encourages you. Why are you afraid of mere humans? They dry up and die like grass.
Shout the message! Don't hold back. Say to my people Israel: You've sinned! You've turned against the LORD.
to go to Jerusalem and tell everyone that he had said: When you were my young bride, you loved me and followed me through the barren desert.
Some day those who guard the hill country of Ephraim will shout, “Let's go to Zion and worship the LORD our God.”
Give a warning on the trumpet! Let it be heard in Gibeah, Ramah, and sinful Bethel. Benjamin, watch out!
So the angel told me to announce: I, the LORD All-Powerful, am very protective of Jerusalem.