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14 
For He knows our [mortal] frame;
He remembers that we are [merely] dust.

15 
As for man, his days are like grass;
Like a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16 
For the wind passes over it and it is no more,
And its place knows it no longer.

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14 for he knows how we are formed,(A)
    he remembers that we are dust.(B)
15 The life of mortals is like grass,(C)
    they flourish like a flower(D) of the field;
16 the wind blows(E) over it and it is gone,
    and its place(F) remembers it no more.

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