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I have held my peace from age-past times, I kept still, I restrained myself, - As a travailing woman, I pant, I breathe hard and gasp, all at once!

I will lay waste mountains, and hills, And all their vegetation, will I wither, - And I will make rivers to be shores, And lakes, will I dry up:

Thus will I lead the blind, by a way they know not, In paths they know not, will I guide them, - I will make the place that was dark before them to be, light. And crooked ways, to be, straight, These things, have I done unto them, And have not forsaken them.

They have drawn back They turn very pale Who have been trusting in a graven image, - Who have been saying to a molten image, Ye, are our gods!