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Sudden and swift shall be your punishment, as the crash of a high wall that has long gaped ruinously, long been anxiously watched. (Isaiah 30, 13)
never a mountain-top, never a high hill, but will flow with torrents of water, when that day comes. The dead shall lie in heaps that day, and towers come crashing down; (Isaiah 30, 25)
Of those old fears, how thou wilt recall the memory! Where are they now, the learned men, that could weight each phrase of the law, that taught us like children?✻ (Isaiah 33, 18)
coming home again to Sion, and praising the Lord for their ransoming. Eternal happiness crowns them, joy and happiness in their grasp now, sorrow and sighing fled far away. (Isaiah 35, 10)
Sure enough, they were overawed and discomfited, the puny garrisons that held them; frail as meadow grass or mountain pasturage, or the stalks that grow on the house-top, withering before they can ripen. (Isaiah 37, 27)
And one day, when he was at worship in the temple of his god Nosroch, two sons of his, Adramelech and Sarasar, drew their swords on him, and so escaped into the land of Ararat; and the kingdom passed to his son Asarhaddon. (Isaiah 37, 38)
A voice came, bidding me cry aloud; asked I in what words, in these: Mortal things are but grass, the glory of them is but grass in flower; (Isaiah 40, 6)
grass that withers, a flower that fades, when the Lord’s breath blows upon it. The whole people, what is it but grass? (Isaiah 40, 7)
Grass that withers, a flower that fades; but the word of our Lord stands for ever. (Isaiah 40, 8)
and where the grass springs up they shall spring up too, like willows by running water. (Isaiah 44, 4)
These two things shall fall on thee suddenly in a single day, childlessness and widowhood; fall upon thee in full measure, so blind amid all thy sorceries, through the crass folly of thy wizards so blind. (Isaiah 47, 9)
Now, too, men the Lord has ransomed will come home again to Sion, praising him as they go. Eternal happiness crowns them, joy and happiness in their grasp now, sorrow and sighing fled far away. (Isaiah 51, 11)
