All flesh is grass.
Isaiah xl. 15.
Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance.
Isaiah xlii. 3.
A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench.
Isaiah liii. 7.
He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.
Isaiah lx. 22.
A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation.