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Another messenger says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What should I cry?”

“Cry out, ‘All people are like grass.
    They don’t stay faithful to me any longer than wildflowers last.
The grass dries up. The flowers fall to the ground.
    That happens when the Lord makes his wind blow on them.
    So people are just like grass.
The grass dries up. The flowers fall to the ground.
    But what our God says will stand forever.’ ”

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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:

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

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