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Your heart will meditate on terror: "Where is the scribe? Where is he who weighs? Where is he who counts the towers?"
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You will not see a fierce people, A people of obscure speech, beyond perception, Of a stammering tongue that you cannot understand.
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Look upon Zion, the city of our appointed feasts; Your eyes will see Jerusalem, a quiet home, A tabernacle that will not be taken down; Not one of its stakes will ever be removed, Nor will any of its cords be broken.
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But there the majestic Lord will be for us A place of broad rivers and streams, In which no galley with oars will sail, Nor majestic ships pass by
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(For the Lord is our Judge, The Lord is our Lawgiver, The Lord is our King; He will save us);
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Your tackle is loosed, They could not strengthen their mast, They could not spread the sail. Then the prey of great plunder is divided; The lame take the prey.
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And the inhabitant will not say, "I am sick"; The people who dwell in it will be forgiven their iniquity.