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A voice says, “Cry out!”
    And I said,[a] “What shall I cry?”
All flesh is grass;
    their constancy is like the flower of the field.(A)
The grass withers; the flower fades,
    [[when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
    surely the people are grass.(B)
The grass withers; the flower fades,]][b]
    but the word of our God will stand forever.(C)

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Footnotes

  1. 40.6 Q ms Gk Vg: MT and he said
  2. 40.7–8 Q ms Gk lack when the breath . . . flower fades