8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
But ^athe word of our God stands forever.” ‡

9 O Zion,
You who bring good tidings,
Get up into the high mountain;
O Jerusalem,
You who bring good tidings,
Lift up your voice with strength,
Lift it up, be not afraid;
Say to the cities of Judah, “Behold your God!”

11 He will ^afeed His flock like a shepherd;
He will gather the lambs with His arm,
And carry them in His bosom,
And gently lead those who are with young. ‡

12 ^aWho has measured the¹ waters in the hollow of His hand,
Measured heaven with a¹ span
And calculated the dust of the earth in a measure?
Weighed the mountains in scales
And the hills in a balance? ‡