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Cover Title I Am a Worm, and No Man Whosoever Shall Smite Thee on Thy Right Cheek The Lust of the Flesh, and the Lust of the Eyes Consider the Lilies of the Field, How They Grow So Will the Anger of the Lord Be Kindled Against Thee Thou Shalt Not Make Unto Thee Any Graven Image Put Away Thine Abominations out of My Sight A Brand Plucked out of the Fire Go Ye Therefore and Teach All Nations The Wicked Is Snared by the Work of His Own Hands Honey and Milk Are Under Thy Tongue The Seed of the Wicked Shall Be Cut Off Have Mercy upon Me, For I Am Desolate For Thou Hast Been a Shelter for Me, and a Strong Tower If We Confess Our Sins, He Is Faithful and Just to Forgive Praise Him upon the Loud Cymbals Any That Pisseth Against the Wall Flee Also Youthful Lusts The Love of Money Is the Root of All Evil Foxes Have Holes, and Birds of the Air Have Nests I Will Kindle a Fire in the Forest Thereof Blessed Are the Pure in Heart Thy Elders and Thy Judges Shall Come Forth All the Beasts of the Forest Do Creep Forth The Devil … Walketh About, Seeking Whom He Might Devour The Widow … Shall Come, and Shall Eat and Be Satisfied But the Righteous Are Bold As a Lion When Thou Doest Thine Alms, Do Not Sound a Trumpet The Angel of the Lord Descended from Heaven Thy Visitation Cometh; Now Shall Be Their Perplexity In Sin Did My Mother Conceive Me Wash Me and I Shall Be Whiter Than Snow He That Is Without Sin Among You, Let Him First Cast a Stone And I Will Bind Up That Which Was Broken Let Not Wickedness Dwell in Thy Tabernacles Glad Tidings of Good Things I Will Clothe Thee with Change of Raiment Uncovered, Yea, Thy Shame Shall Be Seen Awake Thou That Sleepest, and Arise As a Wandering Bird Cast Out of the Nest Behold, Thou Art Fair, My Beloved For These Things I Weep … Mine Eye Runneth Who Hath Woe? … Who Hath Contentions? Strong Drink Shall Be Bitter to Them That Drink It He Shall Appear to Your Joy That Which Hath Wings Shall Tell the Matter Take Knowledge of All the Lurking Places Where He Hideth Know and Consider What Thou Wilt Do I Saw in the Night Visions Make Thee Mourning, As for an Only Son He Had Prepared for Him a Great Chamber And Thou Shalt Rejoice in Thy Feast Hast Thou Entered into the Treasures of the Snow? And I Will Turn Your Feasts into Mourning Consider Mine Affliction, and Deliver Me Your Sorrow Shall Be Turned into Joy Give Her the Living Child … She Is the Mother Thereof Then Shall the Trees of the Woods Sing Out Acknowledgements Copyright
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