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A voice says, "Cry out."
And I said, "What shall I cry?"
"All people are like grass,
and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.
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The grass withers and the flowers fall,
because the breath of the Lord blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.
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The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God endures forever."