For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate, for the grass is withered away. The tender grass fails. There is no green thing.

Come down, and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans. For thou shall no more be called tender and delicate.

For he grew up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground. He has no form nor comeliness. And when we see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

And ye shall see, and your heart shall rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like the tender grass. And the hand of LORD shall be known toward his servants, and he will have indignation against his enemies.