6  A voice says, “Cry!”

And I said,¹ “What shall I cry?”

^lAll flesh is grass,

and all its beauty² is like the flower of the field.

7  The grass withers, the flower fades

when the breath of the Lord blows on it;

surely the people are grass.

8  The grass withers, the flower fades,

but the word of our God will stand forever.

9  Go on up to a high mountain,

O Zion, herald of good news;³

lift up your voice with strength,

O Jerusalem, herald of ^mgood news;⁴

lift it up, fear not;

say to the cities of Judah,

“Behold your God!”

10  Behold, the Lord God comes with might,

and his arm rules for him;

behold, ⁿhis reward is with him,

and his recompense before him.

11  He will tend his flock like a ^oshepherd;

he will gather the lambs in his arms;

he will carry them in his bosom,

and gently lead those that are with young.