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20 Shall it be told him that I would speak?
    Did a man ever wish that he would be swallowed up?
21 “And now no one looks on the light
    when it is bright in the skies,
    when the wind has passed and cleared them.
22 Out of the north comes golden splendour;
    God is clothed with (A)awesome majesty.

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