Who is like our God? Whose length of days cannot be numbered. Who knows the end from the beginning. Whose heart is like that of a lion on the prowl. Who can catch the Lord whose feet are like a gazelle faster than a cheetah and the wind itself. Unable to be seen. Woe to him that inflames those around him whose justice is not justice but an uneven balance. But blessed is the man whom the LORD chooses whose feet he catches. HIs days will run over and his descendants are without end. /
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