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I am the Lord that keep it, I will suddenly give it drink: lest any hurt come to it, I keep it night and day.

There is no indignation in me: who shall make me a thorn and a brier in battle: shall march against it, shall I set it on fire together?

Or rather shall it take hold of my strength, shall it make peace with me, shall it make peace with me?

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    I, the Lord, watch over it;
    I water(A) it continually.
I guard(B) it day and night
    so that no one may harm(C) it.
    I am not angry.
If only there were briers and thorns confronting me!
    I would march against them in battle;
    I would set them all on fire.(D)
Or else let them come to me for refuge;(E)
    let them make peace(F) with me,
    yes, let them make peace with me.”

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