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11 They will perish, but you continue! And they will all wear out like a coat,
12 And you will fold them up like a mantle, And change them as one changes his coat. But you are always the same, and your years will have no end!"
13 But to what angel did he ever say, 'Sit at my right hand, Until I make your enemies a footstool for you"?