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6 The voice says, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field; 7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely this people is like the grass. 8 The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God shall stand for ever. Isaiah 40:6-8, Lamsa Bible. Public domain.
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