For the waters of Nimrim are desolation; for the hay has dried up and the grass fails, there is no green thing.

And their inhabitants were short of hand; dismayed and ashamed. They were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, even grain blasted before it has risen.

The voice said, Cry! And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the beauty of it is as the flower of the field.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because the Spirit of Jehovah blows on it; surely the people is grass.

The grass withers, the flower fades; but the Word of our God shall stand forever.

and they shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water-courses.

I, I, am He who comforts you. Who are you, that you should fear a man. He shall die, or from the son of man? He shall be made as grass?

And you will see, and your heart will rejoice, and your bones will flourish like the grass. And the hand of Jehovah will be known toward His servants, and His fury toward His enemies.