The voice of one saying, Cry. And one said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.

A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.

Φωνη λεγουσα, Φωνησον· και ειπε, Τι να φωνησω; πασα σαρξ ειναι χορτος και πασα η δοξα αυτης ως ανθος του αγρου.

The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: