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1 Hearken, O isles, unto me, And attend, O peoples, from afar, Jehovah from the womb hath called me, From the bowels of my mother He hath made mention of my name. 2 And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me. 3 And He saith to me, 'My servant Thou art, O Israel, In whom I beautify Myself.' Isaiah 49:1-3, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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