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For, a dread unto me, was calamity from GOD, and, from his majesty, I could not escape.
In the day of my distress - unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;
Afflicted have I been, and dying, from youth, I have borne the terror of thee - I shall be distracted!
Blessed is the man Who trusteth in Yahweh, To whom Yahweh is his ground of confidence;
O Yahweh, my strength, and my refuge, and my place to fly to, in the day of distress, - Unto thee, shall nations come in, out of the ends of the earth, that they may say - Surely! Falsehood, did our fathers inherit, Vanity, among whom is none that can profit:
How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:
But, I, will sing thy power, And will shout aloud, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, - For thou has become a refuge for me, And a place to flee to in the day of my distress.
Good is Yahweh, as a protection in the day of distress, - and one who acknowledgeth them who seek refuge in him.
For this cause, take up the complete armour of God, in order that ye may receive power to withstand in the evil day, and, all things, having accomplished, to stand!