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is like the light of the morning when the sun rises,
    a morning with no clouds,
gleaming after the rain
    like grass from the land.

Is not my house like this with God?
    For He made an everlasting covenant with me,
    ordered in all things and secure.
For this is all my salvation and all my desire;
    will He not make it flourish?
But the worthless individual is like a thorn tossed away, all of them,
    for they cannot be taken with the hand.

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