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Then the Lord answered me out of the wind,
Out of the whirlwind did He answer me;
Gird up thy loins now like a man, and find
If thou canst answer like a man to Me!
Who art thou darkening counsel by thy word,
And in thine ignorance accusing Them
Who, ere thy prayer was formulated, heard
And crowned it with its passion's diadem?
Who is the Son of Man, that We should mind him?
Or visit the vain virgin of his pleasance?
Yet ever as he went We stood behind him
And compassed her with Our continual presence?
From the black whirlwind the most high God sayeth:
Why did ye doubt, o ye of little faith?
Out of the whirlwind did He answer me;
Gird up thy loins now like a man, and find
If thou canst answer like a man to Me!
Who art thou darkening counsel by thy word,
And in thine ignorance accusing Them
Who, ere thy prayer was formulated, heard
And crowned it with its passion's diadem?
Who is the Son of Man, that We should mind him?
Or visit the vain virgin of his pleasance?
Yet ever as he went We stood behind him
And compassed her with Our continual presence?
From the black whirlwind the most high God sayeth:
Why did ye doubt, o ye of little faith?
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