Flower

The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God stands forever.”

The voice of one saying, “Cry!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.

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

“For, behold, the day comes, it burns as a furnace; and all the proud, and all who work wickedness, will be stubble; and the day that comes will burn them up,” says Yahweh of Armies, “that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.

Your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light for my path.