Isaías 40

L’erba si secca, il fiore appassisce quando il soffio dell’Eterno vi passa sopra; certo, il popolo è come l’erba.

La hierba se seca, y la flor se cae; porque el viento de Jehová sopló en ella: ciertamente hierba es el pueblo.

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because the LORD’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.