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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, bearer of good news,
    get yourself up onto a high mountain;
O Jerusalem, bearer of good news,
    lift up your voice with strength,
lift it up, do not be afraid;
    say to the cities of Judah,
    “Here is your God!”

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