ISAIAH 40:6,7,8,9
The voice said, Cry
And he said, what shall I crY
All flesh is grass
And all the goodliness thereof
Is as the flower of the field
The grass withereth
The flower fadeth
because the Spirit of the Lord
bloweth upon it
Surely the people are grass
The grass withereth
The flower fadeth
But the word of our God
Shall stand forever
O Zion, that bringest good tidings
Get thee up into the high mountain
O Jerusalem, that bringest good tidings
Lift up thy voice with strength
Lift it up, be not afraid
Say unto the cities of Judah
Behold your God!
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