The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: the grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it:
surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
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