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Isaiah 40:6  
 6 The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All aflesh is bgrass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:

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  11  My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like bgrass.

  7  Call ye, therefore, upon them with loud proclamation, and with your testimony, fearing them not, for they are as agrass, and all their glory as the flower thereof which soon falleth, that they may be left also without excuse—

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