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You turn people back into dust.
    You say, “Go back into dust, human beings.”
To you, a thousand years
    is like the passing of a day.
    It passes like an hour in the night.
While people sleep, you take their lives.
    They are like weeds that grow in the morning.

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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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