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Or as when a bird flieth through the air, of the passage of which no mark can be found, but only the sound of the wings beating the light air, and parting it by the force of her flight; she moved her wings, and hath flown through, and there is no mark found afterwards of her way:
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Or as when an arrow is shot at a mark, the divided air presently cometh together again, so that the passage thereof is not known:
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So we also being born, forthwith ceased to be: and have been able to shew no mark of virtue: but are consumed in our wickedness.
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For the hope of the wicked is as dust, which is blown away with the wind, and as a thin froth which is dispersed by the storm: and a smoke that is scattered abroad by the wind: and as the remembrance of a guest of one day that passeth by.