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Of a king, in his beauty, shall thine eyes have vision: They shall see a land that stretcheth afar.

Thy heart, may murmur in terror, - Where is the scribe? Where - the receiver? Where - he that maketh a list of the towers?

The fierce people, shalt thou not see, - The people of too deep a lip to be understood, of too barbarous a tongue for thee to comprehend.

Look thou on Zion, the city of our appointed feast, - Thine own eyes, shall see Jerusalem - A home of comfort A tent which shall not be packed up - Whose pins shall not be pulled out, for ever, And none of, whose cords, shall be broken.

But, there shall Yahweh be our majestic one, A places of rivers - streams broad on both hands, Wherein shall go no galley with oars, Neither shall majestic ship traverse it;

For, Yahweh is our judge, Yahweh, is our lawgiver, - Yahweh, is our king, He will save us!

Loosed are thy ropes, - They cannot strengthen the socket of their mast They have not unfurled a sail Now, can be apportioned spoil, in abundance, The lame, have captured prey!

Neither shall the inhabitant say. I am sick, - the people who dwell therein, have been forgiven iniquity.