^{6 Ref} A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.

^{7 Ref} The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.

^{8 Ref} The grass is dry, the flower is dead; but the word of our God is eternal.