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He makes my feet like those of a deer and stations me upon the heights.

Then Haman informed King Xerxes, “There is a certain people scattered and dispersed among the peoples of every province of your kingdom. Their laws are different from everyone else’s, and they do not obey the king’s laws. So it is not in the king’s best interest to tolerate them.

Yet none of this satisfies me as long as I see Mordecai the Jew sitting at the king’s gate.”

For my people and I have been sold out to destruction, death, and annihilation. If we had merely been sold as menservants and maidservants, I would have remained silent, because no such distress would justify burdening the king.”

You snatch me up into the wind and drive me before it; You toss me about in the storm.

Then he sings before men with these words: ‘I have sinned and perverted what was right; yet I did not get what I deserved.

I have set the LORD always before me. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.

He makes my feet like those of a deer and stations me upon the heights.

Great is his glory in Your salvation; You bestow on him splendor and majesty.

You once spoke in a vision; to Your godly ones You said, “I have bestowed help on a warrior; I have exalted one chosen from the people.

I have chosen the way of truth; I have set Your ordinances before me.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire compares with her.

For wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire compares with her.

Do not answer a fool according to his folly, or you yourself will be like him.

A constant dripping on a rainy day and a contentious woman are alike—

When he has leveled its surface, does he not sow caraway and scatter cumin? He plants wheat in rows and barley in plots, and rye within its border.

I composed myself until the morning. Like a lion He breaks all my bones; from day until night You make an end of me.

“To whom will you liken Me, or who is My equal?” asks the Holy One.

To whom will you liken Me or count Me equal? To whom will you compare Me, that we should be alike?

What can I say for you? To what can I compare you, O Daughter of Jerusalem? To what can I liken you, that I may console you, O Virgin Daughter of Zion? For your wound is as deep as the sea. Who can ever heal you?

Israel was a luxuriant vine, yielding fruit for himself. The more his fruit increased, the more he increased the altars. The better his land produced, the better he made the sacred pillars.