6 A voice says, “Cry!”
And I said,3 “What shall I cry?”
iAll flesh is grass,
and all its beauty4 is like the flower of the field.
when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
8 jThe grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.
Revocalization based on Dead Sea Scroll, Septuagint, Vulgate; Masoretic Text And someone says
Or all its constancy