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

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The grass withers, the flower fades,
Because the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.

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Ye looked for much, and, lo it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith the Lord of hosts. Because of mine house that is waste, and ye run every man unto his own house.

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(A)You looked for much, but indeed it came to little; and when you brought it home, (B)I blew it away. Why?” says the Lord of hosts. “Because of My house that is in ruins, while every one of you runs to his own house.

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