⁶ A voice says, “Cry out!”
    And I said,^[a] “What shall I cry?”
All flesh is grass;
    their constancy is like the flower of the field.^(A)
7 The grass withers; the flower fades,
    [[when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
    surely the people are grass.^(B)
8 The grass withers; the flower fades,]]^[b]
    but the word of our God will stand forever.^(C)
9 Get you up to a high mountain,
    O Zion, herald of good news;^[c]
lift up your voice with strength,
    O Jerusalem, herald of good news;^[d]
    lift it up, do not fear;
say to the cities of Judah,
    “Here is your God!”^(D)