Isaiah 40:7-9

Young's Literal Translation

⁷ Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people [is] grass;

⁸ Withered hath grass, faded the flower, But a word of our God riseth for ever.

⁹ On a high mountain get thee up, O Zion, Proclaiming tidings, Lift up with power thy voice, O Jerusalem, proclaiming tidings, Lift up, fear not, say to cities of Judah, `Lo, your God.'