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15 As for mortals, their days are like grass;
    they flourish like a flower of the field;(A)
16 for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
    and its place knows it no more.

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15 The life of mortals is like grass,(A)
    they flourish like a flower(B) of the field;
16 the wind blows(C) over it and it is gone,
    and its place(D) remembers it no more.

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