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"aYou look for much, but behold, it comes to little; when you bring it home, I bblow it away. Why?" declares the Lord of hosts, "Because of My house which clies desolate, while each of you runs to his own house.
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Isaiah 40:7
Isaiah 40
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The agrass withers, the flower fades, When the bbreath of the Lord blows upon it; Surely the people are grass.