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And the mirage hath become a pond, And the thirsty land fountains of waters, In the habitation of dragons, Its place of couching down, a court for reed and rush.

And a highway hath been there, and a way, And the `way of holiness' is called to it, Not pass over it doth the unclean, And He Himself [is] by them, Whoso is going in the way -- even fools err not.

No lion is there, yea, a destructive beast Ascendeth it not, it is not found there, And walked have the redeemed,

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The burning sand will become a pool,
    the thirsty ground(A) bubbling springs.(B)
In the haunts where jackals(C) once lay,
    grass and reeds(D) and papyrus will grow.

And a highway(E) will be there;
    it will be called the Way of Holiness;(F)
    it will be for those who walk on that Way.
The unclean(G) will not journey on it;
    wicked fools will not go about on it.
No lion(H) will be there,
    nor any ravenous beast;(I)
    they will not be found there.
But only the redeemed(J) will walk there,

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