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Bless be the one whom God corrects,

So, despise not the discipline;

Because the Almighty reflects,

On the severity of sin.

 

For the chastening of the Lord,

He will make sore but then binds up;

Enough that it is not ignored,

Same as a horse with a stirrup.

 

He shatters but His hand does heal,

And deliver you from trouble;

While ensuring that you feel,

When extracting from the rubble.

 

In seven no evil shall touch,

From the famine He will redeem;

Because He loves and cares so much,

For building up your self-esteem.

 

In war the power of the sword,

You shall be hidden from the tongue;

Condemnation comes from the Lord,

The lashing is sharp as it is flung.

 

You shall not fear the destruction,

Destruction and famine, you laugh;

Fear not the beasts of abduction,

For they are merely like chaff.

 

For you shall be in the same league,

As with the stones over the field;

But the growing shall not fatigue,

Which will give an abundant yield.

 

You shall be content and at peace,

Inspect the fold nothing will you miss;

Tendency to sin will then cease,

The happiness you reminisce.

 

You shall know also your offspring,

Your seed shall be many and great;

For the blessings that they shall bring,

Never to find any ill-fate.

 

You shall then come unto your grave,

At a time in a ripe old age;

Like a sheaf gathered God will save,

When determined you at that stage.

 

It is true what we have searched out,

To hear and know it for your good;

Able to chase away the doubt,

Everything done as it should.


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