Great travail is created for every man.
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The expectation of things to come, and the day of death,
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From him who sits on a throne of glory,
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from him who wears purple and a crown,
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there is wrath, jealousy, trouble, unrest,
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He gets little or no rest,
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In the very time of his deliverance, he awakens,
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To all creatures, human and animal,
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come death, bloodshed, strife, sword,
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All these things were created for the wicked,
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All things that are of the earth turn to the earth again.
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All bribery and injustice will be blotted out.
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The goods of the unjust will be dried up like a river,
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In opening his hands, a man will be made glad;
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The children of the ungodly won’t grow many branches,
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The reeds by every water or river bank
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Kindness is like a garden of blessings.
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The life of one who labours and is content will be made sweet.
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Children and the building of a city establish a name.
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Wine and music rejoice the heart.
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The pipe and the lute make pleasant melody.
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Your eye desires grace and beauty,
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A friend and a companion is always welcome,
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Relatives and helpers are for a time of affliction,
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Gold and silver will make the foot stand sure,
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Riches and strength will lift up the heart.
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The fear of the Lord is like a garden of blessing
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My son, don’t lead a beggar’s life.
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A man who looks to the table of another,
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Begging will be sweet in the mouth of the shameless,
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