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24 They are barely planted, barely sown,
their stem hardly takes root in the ground
when he blows on them and they wither,
and a whirlwind carries them away like stubble.(A)

25 ‘To whom will you compare me,(B)
or who is my equal? ’ asks the Holy One.
26 Look up and see!
Who created(C) these?
He brings out the stars by number;
he calls all of them by name.(D)
Because of his great power and strength,
not one of them is missing.

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