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I am your God and will take care of you
    until you are old and your hair is gray.
I made you and will care for you;
    I will give you help and rescue you.

“To whom will you compare me?” says the Lord.
    “Is there anyone else like me?
People open their purses and pour out gold;
    they weigh out silver on the scales.
They hire a goldsmith to make a god;
    then they bow down and worship it.

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