He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he flees like a shadow, and continues not.
Isaiah 40:7 - Revised Standard Version The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people is grass. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 the grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely [all] the people are like grass. American Standard Version (1901) The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of Jehovah bloweth upon it; surely the people is grass. Common English Bible The grass dries up and the flower withers when the LORD’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are grass. Catholic Public Domain Version The grass has dried up, and the flower has fallen. For the Spirit of the Lord has blown over it. Truly, the people are like grass. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version The grass is withered, and the dower is fallen, because the spirit of the Lord hath blown upon it. Indeed the people is grass. |
He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he flees like a shadow, and continues not.
By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of his anger they are consumed.
My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; I forget to eat my bread.
As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
Thou dost sweep men away; they are like a dream, like grass which is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.
but with righteousness he shall 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 he shall slay the wicked.
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.
Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows upon them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble.
“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,
You have looked for much, and lo, it came to little; and when you brought it home, I blew it away. Why? says the Lord of hosts. Because of my house that lies in ruins, while you busy yourselves each with his own house.
and the rich in his humiliation, because like the flower of the grass he will pass away.
For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.