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A voice says, “Cry out!”
    Then I said, “What shall I cry out?”

“Say all people are like the grass,
    and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
The grass dies and the flowers fall
    when the breath of the Lord blows on them.
    Surely the people are like grass.
The grass dies and the flowers fall,
    but the word of our God will live forever.”

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