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6 A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field. 7 The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people are grass. 8 The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever. Isaiah 40:6-8, NRSV Catholic Edition. Copyright © 1989, 1993 by the National Council of the Churches of Christ.
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