A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass,(A)
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.

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The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:

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10 But the rich should take pride in their humiliation—since they will pass away like a wild flower.(A)

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10 But the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.

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