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Even when you reach old age
    I will still be the same.
Even when your hair is gray,
    I will still carry you.
I have made you and I will uphold you;
    I will carry you and save you.
Whom can you regard as my equal?
    To whom can you compare me as identical?
Some pour out gold from a purse
    and weigh out silver on the scales.
Then they hire a goldsmith
    who fashions it into a god
    before which they prostrate themselves in adoration.

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