A voice says, “Cry!”

And I said, “What shall I cry?”

All flesh is grass,

and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.

The grass withers, the flower fades,

when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;

surely the people is grass.

The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand for ever.

–Isaiah 40:6-8