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The grass withers, the flower fades,
    when the breath of the Lord falls upon them.
    Surely the people are grass.
The grass may wither and the flower may fade,
    but the word of our God will endure forever.”
Climb to the top of a high mountain,
    O Zion, herald of good tidings.
Cry out as loudly as you can,
    O Jerusalem, herald of good news.
Lift up your voice without fear
    and proclaim to the cities of Judah,
    “Here is your God!”

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