Behold, God is my salvation, I will trust and not be afraid; For Yah, the Lord, is my strength and song; He also has become my salvation.
The grass withers, the flower fades, Because the breath of the Lord blows upon it; Surely the people are grass.The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.
He appointed the moon for seasons; The sun knows it's going down. You make darkness and it is night.
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