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Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:

My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.

Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, shall have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!

For, by those things, he executeth judgment on peoples, He giveth food in abundance: