11 A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, 'Is' one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end -- he is a fool.
12 A throne of honour on high from the beginning, The place of our sanctuary,
13 The hope of Israel 'is' Jehovah, All forsaking Thee are ashamed, And 'My apostates' in the earth are written, For they have forsaken Jehovah, A fountain of living waters.
14 Heal me, O Jehovah, and I am healed, Save me, and I am saved, for my praise 'art' Thou.
15 Lo, they are saying unto me: 'Where 'is' the word of Jehovah? pray, let it come.'
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