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4 Fury is not in me. Who gives me briers - thorns in war? I stride through them; I burn them at once.
5 Or that he uphold my stronghold to work shalom with me: he works shalom with me.
6 He roots them who come of Yaaqov: Yisra El blossoms and buds and fills the face of the world with produce.
7 Smites he him as his smiters smote him? Or slaughters he as his slaughters slaughtered?
8 In a seah, when it spreads, you strive therewith: he removes his hard wind in the day of the easterly.