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18. Who can unravel that twisted and tang]ed knottiness? It is
foul. I hate to reflect on it. I hate to look on it. But thee do
I long for, O righteousness and innocency, fair and comely to all
virtuous eyes, and of a satisfaction that never palls! With thee is
perfect rest, and life unchanging.
He who enters into thee enters into the joy of his Lord, a and shall
have no fear, and shall do excellently in the most Excellent. I sank
away from Thee, O my God, and I wandered too far from Thee, my
stay, in my youth, and became to myself an unfruitful land.
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