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Then the shining-greatness of the Lord will be seen. All flesh together will see it, for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.” A voice says, “Cry.” And he said, “What should I cry?” All flesh is grass. All its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass dries up and the flower loses its color when the breath of the Lord blows upon it. For sure the people are grass.

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