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I, euen I am hee that comforteth you, who art thou that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the sonne of man which shall bee made as grasse?

And forgettest the Lord thy maker that hath stretched foorth the heauens, and layed the foundations of the earth? and hast feared continually euery day, because of the furie of the oppressour, as if hee were ready to destroy? and where is the furie of the oppressour?

The captiue exile hasteneth that he may be loosed, and that hee should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should faile.

But I am the Lord thy God, that diuided the sea, whose waues roared: the Lord of hosts is his Name.

And I haue put my wordes in thy mouth, and haue couered thee in the shadow of mine hand, that I may plant the heauens, and lay the foundations of the earth, and say vnto Zion, Thou art my people.