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11 They will perish, but you remain;
    they will all wear out like a garment.
12 You will roll them up like a cloak;
    like a garment they will be changed.
But you are ever the same,
    and your years will have no end.”

13 But to which of the angels has he ever said,

“Sit at my right hand
    until I make your enemies your footstool”?

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