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I removed his shoulders
from the burden.
I freed his hands
from the baskets.
I relieved his feet
from the wandering.
He called out
from trouble,
And I answered him
from thunder.
But he then turned
from Me.
He walked away
from My voice.
He took no wisdom
from My counsel.
If he'd call out
from trouble,
I would answer him
from thunder.
I would protect him
from his enemies.
I would feed him
from the finest wheat.
I would refresh him
from all thirst.
Call out to Me
from trouble,
And I will answer
from thunder.
Psalm 81
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