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Isaiah 40:7 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

7 The grass withers, the flowers fade when the breath  of the  Lord blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 the grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely [all] the people are like grass.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

7 The grass dries up and the flower withers when the LORD’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are grass.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 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.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 The grass is withered, and the dower is fallen, because the spirit of the Lord hath blown upon it. Indeed the people is grass.

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Isaiah 40:7
15 Tagairtí Cros  

He blossoms like a flower, then withers; he flees like a shadow and does not last.


They perish at a single blast  from God and come to an end by the breath of his nostrils.


His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour out of his mouth.


but he will judge the poor righteously and execute justice for the oppressed of the land. He will strike the land with a sceptre  from his mouth, and he will kill the wicked with a command  from his lips.


Their inhabitants have become powerless, dismayed, and ashamed. They are plants of the field, tender grass, grass on the rooftops, blasted by the east wind.


They are barely planted, barely sown, their stem hardly takes root in the ground when he blows on them and they wither, and a whirlwind carries them away like stubble.


I #– #I am the one who comforts you. Who are you that you should fear humans who die, or a son of man who is given up like grass?


‘You expected much, but then it amounted to little. When you brought the harvest to your house, I ruined  it. Why? ’ This is the declaration of the Lord of Armies. ‘Because my house still lies in ruins, while each of you is busy with his own house.


but let the rich boast in his humiliation because he will pass away like a flower of the field.


For the sun rises and, together with the scorching wind, dries up the grass; its flower falls off, and its beautiful appearance perishes. In the same way, the rich person will wither away while pursuing his activities.


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