A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass,(A)
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.

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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:

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for like the grass they will soon wither,(A)
    like green plants they will soon die away.(B)

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For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

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