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20 I have unclothed me of the stole, either long robe, of peace; but I have clothed me with a sackcloth of beseeching, and I shall cry to the Highest in my days.

21 Sons, be ye of better comfort [or Sons, be of better heart, or stabler]; cry ye to the Lord, and he shall deliver you from the hand of princes, that be your enemies.

22 For I hoped (for) your health without end, and joy came to me from the Holy (One) on mercy, that shall come to you from your Saviour without beginning and end. [Soothly I hoped into without end (for) your health, and joy came to me of the holy (One) upon mercy, that shall come to you of your Saviour Everlasting.]

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