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If, thou, hast prepared thy heart, and wilt spread forth, unto him, thy hands -

If, iniquity, be in thy hand, Put it far away, and let there not dwell in thy tents perversity,

Surely, then, shalt thou lift up thy face free from blemish, and shalt be established, and not fear.

For, now, shalt thou forget, sorrow, Like waters passed away, shalt thou remember it.

Above high noon, shall rise life's continuance, Darkness, like a morning, shall appear,

And thou shalt he confident, that there is hope, and, when thou hast searched, securely shalt thou lie down;

And shalt rest, with none to put thee in terror, - and many shall entreat thy favour.

But, the eyes of the lawless, shall fail, - and, place of refuge, shall have vanished from them, and, their hope, be a breathing out of life.