The word of the Lord imperishable, Isaiah 40:6-8. The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? (Cry), All flesh is grass, And all the beauty thereof as the flower of the field: Withereth the grass, fadeth the flower: Because the breath of the Lord bloweth upon him: Truly the people is grass. Withereth the grass, fadeth the flower: But the word of the Lord shall stand forever.