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24 as though they were not planted, as though they were not sown, as though their stock took no root in the Earth. For He but blew upon them and they withered. And the whirlwind will take them away as stubble.

25 “To whom now will you liken Me, that I should be like?” says the Holy One.

26 Lift up your eyes on high and behold who has created these things, and brings out their armies by number, and calls them all by names. By the greatness of His power and mighty strength nothing fails.

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