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.'
16 And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,
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