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A voice says, “Cry out!”
    I reply, “What shall I cry out?”
“All mortals are grass;
    they last no longer than the flowers of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
    when the breath of the Lord falls upon them.
    Surely the people are grass.
The grass may wither and the flower may fade,
    but the word of our God will endure forever.”

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