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At your command we die
    and turn back to dust,
(A) but a thousand years
    mean nothing to you!
They are merely a day gone by
    or a few hours in the night.

You bring our lives to an end
    just like a dream.
We are merely tender grass

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You turn people back to dust,
    saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”(A)
A thousand years in your sight
    are like a day that has just gone by,
    or like a watch in the night.(B)
Yet you sweep people away(C) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:

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