Isaiah 40:6 ~ Isaías 40:6

A voice says, Cry! And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is as frail as grass, and all that makes it attractive is transitory, like the flower of the field.

Uma voz diz: Clama. Respondi eu: Que hei de clamar? Toda a carne é erva, e toda a sua beleza como a flor do campo.

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