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Thus the heavens and the earth, and all the host of them, were finished.
"Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, Or loose the belt of Orion?
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms In the vineyards of En Gedi.
Jehoiakim was twenty-five years old when he became king, and he reigned eleven years in Jerusalem. His mother's name was Zebudah the daughter of Pedaiah of Rumah.
And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done.
Then God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because in it He rested from all His work which God had created and made.
The place was called the Valley of Eshcol, because of the cluster which the men of Israel cut down there.
I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust."
My lovingkindness and my fortress, My high tower and my deliverer, My shield and the One in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.
Woe is me! For I am like those who gather summer fruits, Like those who glean vintage grapes; There is no cluster to eat Of the first-ripe fruit which my soul desires.
Thus says the LORD: "As the new wine is found in the cluster, And one says, 'Do not destroy it, For a blessing is in it,' So will I do for My servants' sake, That I may not destroy them all.
Then they came to the Valley of Eshcol, and there cut down a branch with one cluster of grapes; they carried it between two of them on a pole. They also brought some of the pomegranates and figs.
The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
The LORD of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah
No evil shall befall you, Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
Blessed be the LORD my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle -
The foreigners fade away, And come frightened from their hideouts.
The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved; He uttered His voice, the earth melted.
Only with your eyes shall you look, And see the reward of the wicked.