I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou art afraid of man that shall die, and of the son of man that shall be made as grass;

I, even I, am your comforter: are you so poor in heart as to be in fear of man who will come to an end, and of the son of man who will be like grass?

Εγω, εγω ειμαι ο παρηγορων υμας. Συ τις εισαι και φοβεισαι απο ανθρωπου θνητου και απο υιου ανθρωπου, οστις θελει γεινει ως χορτος·

I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass;