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Isaiah 40:7 - Tree of Life Version

7 The grass withers, the flower fades. For the breath of Adonai blows on it. Surely 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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Isaiah 40:7
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.


By the breath of God they perish; by the blast of His anger they vanish.


A club is regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling 0f a lance.


For my days vanished like smoke, and my bones were burned like coals.


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


but when the wind blows over it, it is gone, and its place is no longer known.


You sweep them away in their sleep. In the morning they are like sprouting grass—


in the morning it flourishes and springs up, by evening it withers and dries up.


But with righteousness He will judge the poor, and decide with fairness for the poor of the land. He will strike the land with the rod of His mouth, and with the breath of His lips He will slay the wicked.


Their inhabitants are weak handed, shattered and ashamed. They are like the grass of the field and green herb, like grass on roofs, scorched before it is grown up.


Scarcely are they planted, scarcely are they sown, scarcely their stem takes root in the earth, when He blows on them and they wither, and a storm carries them off as stubble.


“I, I am the One who comforts you. Who are you that you should fear man, who dies, or a son of man, who is given up like grass?”


“You have looked for much, but indeed, there is little. What you have brought home, I have blown away. Why is this?”—it is a declaration of Adonai-Tzva’ot—“because My House lies in ruins, while you are running, each to his own house.


and the rich person in his humble position, because like the flower of the grass he will pass away.


For the sun arises with a scorching heat and withers the grass, and its flower falls off and the beauty of its appearance is destroyed. So also the rich man in the midst of his pursuits will wither away.


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