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A voice says, "Call out." Then he answered, "What shall I call out?" All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.

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 withers, the flower fades, When the breath of the LORD blows upon it; The people are indeed grass!

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.