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Then I went on to the spring gate and to the king’s pool, but there was no place for the animal that was under me to pass.

and that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, “Go out to the mountain, and get olive branches, branches of wild olive, myrtle branches, palm branches, and branches of thick trees, to make temporary shelters, as it is written.”

You divided the sea before them, so that they went through the middle of the sea on the dry land; and you cast their pursuers into the depths, as a stone into the mighty waters.

“If it pleases the king, let a royal commandment go from him, and let it be written among the laws of the Persians and the Medes, so that it cannot be altered, that Vashti may never again come before King Ahasuerus; and let the king give her royal estate to another who is better than she.

So Mordecai went his way, and did according to all that Esther had commanded him.

the Jews established and imposed on themselves, and on their descendants, and on all those who joined themselves to them, so that it should not fail that they would keep these two days according to what was written, and according to its appointed time, every year;

and that these days should be remembered and kept throughout every generation, every family, every province, and every city; and that these days of Purim should not fail from among the Jews, nor their memory perish from their offspring,

My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away;

Behold, he goes by me, and I don’t see him. He passes on also, but I don’t perceive him.

for you will forget your misery. You will remember it like waters that have passed away.

“Be silent! Leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can’t pass;

to whom alone the land was given, and no stranger passed among them):

My days are past. My plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass, and has set darkness in my paths.

Their bulls breed without fail. Their cows calve, and don’t miscarry.

Haven’t you asked wayfaring men? Don’t you know their evidences,

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.

He has redeemed my soul from going into the pit. My life will see the light.’

In a moment they die, even at midnight. The people are shaken and pass away. The mighty are taken away without a hand.

But if they don’t listen, they will perish by the sword; they will die without knowledge.

Now men don’t see the light which is bright in the skies, but the wind passes, and clears them.

the birds of the sky, the fish of the sea, and whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, hailstones and coals of fire.

But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.

For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

For, behold, the kings assembled themselves, they passed by together.

Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.

He turned the sea into dry land. They went through the river on foot. There, we rejoiced in him.

Their eyes bulge with fat. Their minds pass the limits of conceit.

Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?

“I removed his shoulder from the burden. His hands were freed from the basket.

Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.

Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

All who pass by the way rob him. He has become a reproach to his neighbors.

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.