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Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast.
Attend unto me, O my people, And, O, my nation unto me give ear, - For, instruction, from me, shall go forth, And, my justice - for a light of peoples, will I establish:
But, this thing, I commanded them - saying, Hearken ye unto my voice, So will I become unto you - a God, And, ye, shall become unto me - a people, - Ye shall therefore walk in all the way that I may command you, To the end it may be well with you;
Then will I satiate the soul of the priests with fatness, And my people with my goodness, shall be satisfied, Declareth Yahweh.
But, thou, when thou wouldest pray, enter into thy closet, and, fastening thy door, pray unto thy Father who is in secret, - and, thy Father who seeth in secret, will reward thee.
Guard me, as the pupil of the eye, - Under the shadow of thy wings, wilt thou hide me:
For he will hide me in his pavilion, in the day of calamity, - He will conceal me, in the secrecy of his tent, Within a rock, will he set me on high.
Thou wilt conceal them, in the secrecy of thine own presence, from the conspiracies of men, - Thou wilt hide them in a pavilion, from the strife of tongues.
For a small moment, I forsook thee, - But, with abounding compassions, do I embrace thee:
For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning, -- tis a Shout of Triumph!
Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.
2 Corinthians 4:17
For, the momentary lightness of thee tribulation, in a manner yet more and more excelling, is working out for us, an age-abiding weight of glory, -
but, ye who kept on cleaving unto Yahweh your God, alive, are ye all to-day.
A prudent man, seeth calamity - he hideth himself, the simple, pass on - they suffer.
For, yet a little while, how short! how short! The Coming One will be here, and will not tarry;