... surely the people is grass

  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;

The grass withereth,

the flower fadeth;

because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon

it;

surely the people is grass.

To whom then will ye liken God;

or what likeness will ye compare unto him?

Who hath measured the waters

in the hollow of his hand,

and meted out heaven

with a span,

and comprehended the dust of the earth

in a measure,

and weighed the mountains

in scales, and the hills in a balance?

To whom then will ye liken God?

or what likeness will ye compare unto him?

Hast thou not known?

hast thou not heard,

that the everlasting God,

the Lord,

the Creator of the ends of the earth,

fainteth not, neither is weary?

To whom then will ye liken God?

or what likeness will ye compare unto him?

Even the youths shall faint and be weary,

and the young men shall utterly fail.

To whom then will ye liken me,

or shall I be equal?

saith the Holy One,

surely the people is grass.