Isaiah 40:8

The grass ¹withers, the flower fades,

But ^athe word of our God stands forever.

Isaiah 40:15

Behold, the ^anations are like a drop from a bucket,

And are counted as a speck of ^bdust on the scales;

Behold, He lifts up the coastlands like fine dust.

^aAll the nations are as nothing before Him;

They are counted by Him as non‑existent and utterly formless.

It is He who reduces ^arulers to nothing,

Who ^bmakes the ¹judges of the earth utterly formless.

¹Scarcely have they been planted;

¹Scarcely have they been sown;

¹Scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth,

But He merely blows on them, and they ²wither,

And the ^astorm carries them away like stubble.