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6 The same voyce spake: Nowe crye. And the prophete aunswered, What shall I crye? That all fleshe is grasse, and that all the goodlinesse therof is as the floure of the fielde. 7 The grasse is withered, the floure falleth away, for the breath of the Lord bloweth vpon them: of a trueth the people are grasse. 8 The grasse withereth, and the floure fadeth away: yet the worde of our God endureth for euer. Isaiah 40:6-8, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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