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For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit that enwrappeth itself is from Me, and the souls which I have made.
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For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth and smote him, I hid Me and was wroth; and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
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I have seen his ways, and will heal him; I will lead him also, and requite with comforts him and his mourners.
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Peace, peace, to him that is far off and to him that is near, saith HaShem that createth the fruit of the lips; and I will heal him.
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But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
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There is no peace, saith my G-d concerning the wicked.