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

The grass withers, the flower fades because the spirit of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people is grass.

The grass withers, the open flower fades; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

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