Ésaïe 40:7 ~ Isaiah 40:7

L 'herbe sèche, la fleur tombe, Quand le vent de l'Éternel souffle dessus. -Certainement le peuple est comme l'herbe:

The grass dries up and the flower loses its color when the breath of the Lord blows upon it. For sure the people are grass.

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