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And, in thy lovingkindness, wilt thou exterminate my foes, - and destroy all the adversaries of my soul, because, I, am thy servant.

Mine, are counsel, and effective working, I, am understanding, mine, is valour:

Who can say, I have cleansed my heart, I am pure from my sin?

Surely, more brutish, am, I, than any man, nor doth, the understanding of a son of earth, pertain to me;

Here is one, without a second, even son or brother, he hath none, yet is there no end to all his toil, even his eye, is not satisfied with riches, - neither saith he For whom, am I toiling, and letting my soul want good? Even this, was vanity, yea a vexatious employment, it was!

SHESwarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. THEYLike the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

SHEDo not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, - My mother's sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …

SHEI am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.

Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, - for sick with love, I am.

SHEMy beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!

I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, - If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.

I, am, my beloved's, and, my beloved, is mine, he that pastureth among lilies.

I, am my beloved's, and, unto me, is his longing.

Of what use to me, is your multitude of sacrifices: Saith Yahweh: I am sated with ascending-offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts, - In the blood of bulls and young rams and he-goats, have I no pleasure.

Your new moons and your appointed feasts, my soul, hateth, - They have become unto me a burden I am too weary to bear:

Even when ye spread forth your open palms, I hide mine eyes from you; Yea, though ye multiply prayers, I am not hearkening, - Your hands, with deeds of blood, are filled.

Now, therefore, I pray you, let me tell, you, what I am about to do to my vineyard, - To take away the fence thereof And it shall be eaten up, To destroy the wall thereof And it shall be trodden down;

Then said I - Woe to me! - for I am undone, Because a man of unclean lips, am, I, And in the midst of a people of unclean lips, do I dwell, - For the King. Yahweh of hosts, have mine eyes seen!

Then heard I the voice of My Lord, saying, Whom shall I send? And who will go for us? And I said - Here am I - send me.

Against an irreligious nation, will I send him, Yea against the people with whom I am wroth, will I command him, - To capture spoil And lay hold on prey, And cause them to be trodden down as the mire of the lanes.