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The voice of God, saying, Cry thou. And I said, What shall I cry? Each flesh is hay, and all the glory thereof is as the flower of the field. (The voice of God, saying, Cry thou. And I said, What shall I cry? And he saith, Each person is but a blade of grass, and all their life lasteth no longer than a flower in the field.)

The hay is dried up, and the flower fell down, for the spirit of the Lord blew therein. Verily the people is hay; (And the grass drieth up, and the flower falleth down, because the wind of the Lord bloweth there. Truly the people be but grass;)

the hay is dried up, and the flower fell down; but the word of the Lord dwelleth, either shall stand, without end. (and the grass drieth up, and the flower falleth down; but the word of the Lord shall stand forever.)

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A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass,(A)
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.
The grass withers(B) and the flowers fall,
    because the breath(C) of the Lord blows(D) on them.
    Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers and the flowers(E) fall,
    but the word(F) of our God endures(G) forever.(H)

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