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Isaiah 40:6 - Revised Standard Version

A voice says, “Cry!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

A voice says, Cry [prophesy]! And I said, What shall I cry? [The voice answered, Proclaim:] All flesh is as frail as grass, and all that makes it attractive [its kindness, its goodwill, its mercy from God, its glory and comeliness, however good] is transitory, like the flower of the field.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

A voice was saying: “Call out!” And another said, “What should I call out?” All flesh is grass; all its loyalty is like the flowers of the field.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

The voice of one saying, "Cry out!" And I said, "What should I cry out?" "All flesh is grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

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

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Isaiah 40:6
17 Tagairtí Cros  

He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he flees like a shadow, and continues not.


My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.


that, though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction for ever,


Shout, and sing for joy, O inhabitant of Zion, for great in your midst is the Holy One of Israel.”


while their inhabitants, shorn of strength, are dismayed and confounded, and have become like plants of the field and like tender grass, like grass on the housetops, blighted before it is grown.


A voice cries: “In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.


“I, I am he that comforts you; who are you that you are afraid of man who dies, of the son of man who is made like grass,


“Cry aloud, spare not, lift up your voice like a trumpet; declare to my people their transgression, to the house of Jacob their sins.


“Go and proclaim in the hearing of Jerusalem, Thus says the Lord, I remember the devotion of your youth, your love as a bride, how you followed me in the wilderness, in a land not sown.


For there shall be a day when watchmen will call in the hill country of Ephraim: ‘Arise, and let us go up to Zion, to the Lord our God.’ ”


Blow the horn in Gibe-ah, the trumpet in Ramah. Sound the alarm at Beth-aven; tremble, O Benjamin!


So the angel who talked with me said to me, ‘Cry out, Thus says the Lord of hosts: I am exceedingly jealous for Jerusalem and for Zion.