Isa 40:6 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.
Isa 40:7 The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people is grass.
Isa 40:8 The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand for ever.