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    I, the Lord, am its keeper;
    every moment I water it.
I guard it night and day
    so that no one can harm it;
    I have no wrath.
If it gives me thorns and briers,
    I will march to battle against it.
    I will burn it up.
Or else let it cling to me for protection,
    let it make peace with me,
    let 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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