7. The grass withers, the flower fades: because the breath of the LORD blows upon it: surely the people are grass.
8. The grass withers, the flower fades: but the word of our God shall stand forever.
9. O Zion, that brings good tidings, get you up into the high mountain; O Jerusalem, that brings good tidings, lift up your voice with strength; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!