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All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of the Lord blows upon it;

Surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the Word of our God stands forever.

—Isaiah 40:6–8