Theme: But God . . .
40:6 A voice says, “Call out.”
Then he answered, “What shall I call out?”
All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
40:7 The grass withers, the flower fades,
When the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
40:8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever.