6 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:
                    7 The grass withereth, the flower fadeth:

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

                    but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
                

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