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Its rising is from the end of the heavens
    and its circuit to the end of them,
    and nothing is hid from its heat.(A)

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11 For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the field; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. It is the same way with the rich; in the midst of a busy life, they will wither away.

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