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57.8 :For thou hast uncovered, and art gone up from Me,
 * Thou hast enlarged thy bed,
 * And chosen thee of them
 * Whose bed thou lovedst,
 * Whose hand thou sawest.
 * And thou wentest to the king with ointment,
 * And didst increase thy perfumes,
 * And didst send thine ambassadors far off,
 * Even down to the nether-world.
 * Thou wast wearied with the length of thy way;
 * Yet saidst thou not: 'There is no hope';
 * Thou didst find a renewal of thy strength,
 * Therefore thou wast not affected.
 * And of whom hast thou been afraid and in fear,
 * That thou wouldest fail?
 * And as for Me, thou hast not remembered Me,
 * Nor laid it to thy heart.
 * Have not I held My peace even of long time?
 * Therefore thou fearest Me not.
 * I will declare thy righteousness.
 * Thy works also—they shall not profit thee.
 * When thou criest, let them that thou hast gathered deliver thee;
 * But the wind shall carry them all away,
 * A breath shall bear them off;
 * But he that taketh refuge in Me shall possess the land,
 * And shall inherit My holy mountain.


 * And He will say:
 * Cast ye up, cast ye up, clear the way,
 * Take up the stumblingblock out of the way of My people.
 * For thus saith the High and Lofty One
 * That inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy:
 * I dwell in the high and holy place,
 * With him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit,
 * To revive the spirit of the humble,
 * And to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
 * 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.
 * 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.
 * I have seen his ways, and will heal him;
 * I will lead him also, and requite with comforts him and his mourners.
 * Peace, peace, to him that is far off and to him that is near,
 * Saith the that createth the fruit of the lips;
 * And I will heal him.
 * But the wicked are like the troubled sea;
 * For it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
 * There is no peace,
 * Saith my God concerning the wicked.


 * Cry aloud, spare not,
 * Lift up thy voice like a horn,
 * And declare unto My people their transgression,
 * And to the house of Jacob their sins.
 * Yet they seek Me daily,
 * And delight to know My ways;
 * As a nation that did righteousness,
 * And forsook not the ordinance of their God,