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You turn mortals back into dust
and say, “Return, descendants of Adam.”
Indeed, in your sight a thousand years are like a single day,
like yesterday—already past—
like an hour in the night.
You sweep mortals away.
They are a dream.
They sprout again in the morning like cut grass.

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You turn people back to dust,
    saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”(A)
A thousand years in your sight
    are like a day that has just gone by,
    or like a watch in the night.(B)
Yet you sweep people away(C) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:

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