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he is like the light of the morning when the sun rises,
a cloudless morning of glistening
    as grass springs from the earth.’
Is it not true that my house is with God?
For He made an everlasting covenant with me,
    ordered and secured in all things.
Will He not make all my salvation and every desire come to fruition?
But the worthless, all of them will be thrust aside like thorns,
for they cannot be picked up by hand.

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