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For I will not contend forever, Nor will I always be angry; For the spirit would fail before Me, And the souls which I have made.
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For the iniquity of his covetousness I was angry and struck him; I hid and was angry, And he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
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I have seen his ways, and will heal him; I will also lead him, And restore comforts to him And to his mourners.
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"I create the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace to him who is far off and to him who is near," Says the Lord, "And I will heal him."
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But the wicked are like the troubled sea, When it cannot rest, Whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
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"There is no peace," Says my God, "for the wicked."