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He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down:
he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

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

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