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11Leave your orphans—I keep alive, || And your widows—trust on Me,
25How it is not left—the city of praise, || The city of My joy!
31Rise, go up to a nation at rest, || Dwelling confidently, a declaration of YHWH, || It has no double gates nor bar, || They dwell alone.
8O that my request may come, || That God may grant my hope!
11What [is] my power that I should hope? And what [is] my end that I should prolong my life?
19Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, || Travelers of Sheba hoped for them.
7For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, || That it changes again, || That its tender branch does not cease.
14If a man dies—does he revive? All [the] days of my warfare I wait, until my change comes.
19Waters have worn away stones, || Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, || And You have destroyed the hope of man.