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(0.99962878587196) | Gen 37:7 | There we were,<n id="1" /> binding sheaves of grain in the middle of the field. Suddenly my sheaf rose up and stood upright and your sheaves surrounded my sheaf and bowed down<n id="2" /> to it!8221; |
(0.59977726269316) | Psa 126:6 | <p class="poetry">The one who weeps as he walks along, carrying his bag<n id="1" /> of seed,p> <p class="poetry">will certainly come in with a shout of joy, carrying his sheaves of grain.<n id="2" />p> |