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“The grass withers, the flower fades, because the Spirit of the LORD blows upon it. Surely, the people are grass.

“The grass withers, the flower fades, but the Word of our God shall stand forever.”

O Zion, that brings good tidings, get yourself up into the high mountain. O Jerusalem, that brings good tidings, lift up your voice with strength! Lift it up! Do not be afraid! Say to the cities of Judah, “Behold your God!”

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