Isaías 40

Une voix m'a dit : Crie ; et j'ai répondu : Que crierai-je ? Toute chair est de l'herbe ; toute gloire humaine est comme la fleur des champs.

Voz que decía: Da voces. Y yo respondí: ¿Qué tengo de decir á voces? Toda carne es hierba, y toda su gloria como flor del campo:

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 voice of one saying, “Cry out!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.