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The voice said,
Cry.
And he said,
What shall I cry?
All flesh is grass,
and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:
The grass withereth,
the flower fadeth:
because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it:
surely the people is grass.
The grass withereth,
the flower fadeth:
but the word of our God shall stand for ever.