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24 They are barely planted, barely sown,
their stem hardly takes root in the ground
when he blows on them and they wither,
and a whirlwind carries them away like stubble.(A)

25 ‘To whom will you compare me,(B)
or who is my equal? ’ asks the Holy One.
26 Look up and see!
Who created(C) these?
He brings out the stars by number;
he calls all of them by name.(D)
Because of his great power and strength,
not one of them is missing.

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24 No sooner are they planted,
    no sooner are they sown,
    no sooner do they take root(A) in the ground,
than he blows(B) on them and they wither,(C)
    and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff.(D)

25 “To whom will you compare me?(E)
    Or who is my equal?” says the Holy One.(F)
26 Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens:(G)
    Who created(H) all these?
He who brings out the starry host(I) one by one
    and calls forth each of them by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,(J)
    not one of them is missing.(K)

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