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Listen to me, descendants of Jacob,
    the few people left of the nation of Israel.
        I’ve carried you since your birth.
        I’ve taken care of you from the time you were born.
            Even when you’re old, I’ll take care of you.
            Even when your hair turns gray, I’ll support you.
        I made you and will continue to care for you.
        I’ll support you and save you.

To whom will you compare me and make me equal?
    To whom will you compare me so that we can be alike?

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