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You sweep them away as they sleep.
    In the morning they sprout like new grass.
In the morning it sprouts and springs up.
    By evening, it is withered and dry.
For we are consumed in your anger.
    We are troubled in your wrath.

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Yet you sweep people away(A) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.(B)

We are consumed by your anger
    and terrified by your indignation.

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