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6 A voice shouts: »Cry out!« And I said: »What shall I cry?« The voice shouts: »All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
7 »The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of Jehovah blows on them. Surely the people are grass.
8 »The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.«