NHEB(i)
6 The voice of one saying, "Cry." And I said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because the LORD's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of the LORD stands forever."