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The grass dries up and the flower loses its color when the breath of the Lord blows upon it. For sure the people are grass. The grass dries up. The flower loses its color. But the Word of our God stands forever.

O Zion, you who bring good news, go up on the high mountain! Lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, you who bring good news. Lift it up, do not be afraid. Say to the cities of Judah, “Here is your God!”

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