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You bring people into this world,
    and you change them into dust again.
To you, a thousand years is like yesterday,
    like a few hours in the night.
Our life is like a dream that ends when morning comes.
We are like grass

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You turn people back to dust,
    saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”(A)
A thousand years in your sight
    are like a day that has just gone by,
    or like a watch in the night.(B)
Yet you sweep people away(C) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:

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