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6 The voice of one saying, |Cry.| And I said, |What shall I cry?| |All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field. 7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because the LORD's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass. 8 The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of the LORD stands forever.| Isaiah 40:6-8, New Heart English Bible. Public domain.
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