The grass withers(A) and the flowers fall,
    because the breath(B) of the Lord blows(C) on them.
    Surely the people are grass.

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

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“You expected much, but see, it turned out to be little.(A) What you brought home, I blew(B) away. Why?” declares the Lord Almighty. “Because of my house, which remains a ruin,(C) while each of you is busy with your own house.

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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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