for, sojourners, are we before thee, and strangers, like all our fathers, - like a shadow, are our days upon the earth, and there is no hope.

As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,

Guard me, as the pupil of the eye, - Under the shadow of thy wings, wilt thou hide me:

Yea, though I walk through a valley death-shadowed, I will fear no harm, for, thou, art with me, Thy rod and thy staff, they, comfort me.

My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.

O Yahweh! shew us favour, - For thee, have we waited, - Be thou their arm every morning, Yea our salvation in the time of distress.

And he made my mouth, like a sharp sword, In the shadow of his hand, he concealed me, - And made of me a polished arrow, In his quiver, he hid me;

Hallow ye against her a war, Arise! and let us go up in broad noon. Woe to us, for the day, hath turned, for the shadows of evening, stretch along.

The foliage thereof, was beautiful, and, the fruit thereof, abundant, and there was food for all therein, - under it, the wild beast of the field found shade, and, among its branches, dwelt the birds of the heavens, and, therefrom, was well fed, all flesh.

Which are a shadow of the things to come, whereas, the body, is of the Christ.

Who, indeed, are rendering divine service, with a glimpse and shadow, of the heavenly things; even as Moses hath received intimation, when about to complete the tent, - For see! saith he - Thou shalt make all things according to the model which hath been pointed out to thee in the mount.

For the law, having in a shadow of the destined good things, not the very image of the things, they can never, with the same sacrifices which year by year they offer evermore, make them who approach, perfect;