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Thy *smoaking wrath, and angry brow
Against thy peoples praire.
*Gnashanta.
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Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears,
Their bread with tears they eat,
And mak'st them* largely drink the tears
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.
A strife thou mak'st us and a prey
To every neighbour foe,
*Shalish.
Among themselves they *laugh, they *play,
And *flouts at us they throw.
Return us, and thy grace divine,
O God of Hosts vouchsafe
*Jilgnagu.
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Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.
A Vine from Aegypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,
And drov'st out Nations proud and haut
To plant this lovely Vine.
Thou did'st prepare for it a place
And root it deep and fast
That it began to grow apace,
And fill'd the land at last.
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0 With her green shade that cover'd all,
The Hills were over-spread
Her Bows as high as Cedars tall
Advanc'd their lofty head.
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