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Isaiah 40:7 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because the LORD's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like 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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Isaiah 40:7
15 Tagairtí Cros  

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.


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


His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.


My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.


As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.


For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.


You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.


In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.


but with righteousness he will judge the poor, and decide with equity for the humble of the earth. He will strike the earth with the rod of his mouth; and with the breath of his lips he will kill the wicked.


Therefore their inhabitants had little power. They were dismayed and confounded. They were like the grass of the field, and like the green herb, like the grass on the housetops, and like a field before its crop has grown.


They are planted scarcely. They are sown scarcely. Their stock has scarcely taken root in the ground. He merely blows on them, and they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away as stubble.


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


*You looked for much, and, behold, it came to little; and when you brought it home, I blew it away. Why?* says the LORD of Armies, *Because of my house that lies waste, while each of you is busy with his own house.


and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.


For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.


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