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Who doth not fear Thee, king of the nations? For to Thee it is becoming, For among all the wise of the nations, And in all their kingdom there is none like Thee.

And in one they are brutish and foolish, An instruction of vanities [is] the tree itself.

Spread-out silver from Tarshish is brought, And gold from Uphaz, Work of an artizan, and of the hands of a refiner, Blue and purple [is] their clothing, Work of the skilful -- all of them.

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Who should not fear(A) you,
    King of the nations?(B)
    This is your due.
Among all the wise leaders of the nations
    and in all their kingdoms,
    there is no one like you.

They are all senseless(C) and foolish;(D)
    they are taught by worthless wooden idols.(E)
Hammered silver is brought from Tarshish(F)
    and gold from Uphaz.
What the craftsman and goldsmith have made(G)
    is then dressed in blue and purple—
    all made by skilled workers.

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