17 By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
18 If 'one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!
19 Lo, this 'is' the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'
20 Lo, God doth not reject the perfect, Nor taketh hold on the hand of evil doers.
21 While he filleth with laughter thy mouth, And thy lips with shouting,
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