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22 Feare ye not me, sayth the Lorde? Are ye not asshamed to loke me in the face? whiche bynde the see with the sande, so that it cannot passe his boundes. For though it rage, yet can it do nothynge, and thoughe the waues therof do swell, yet maye they not go ouer.
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