It reminds me of the way your voice used to soften in the quiet of our kitchen, just before you turned to tell me everything.
A reading from Job 29:10
The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth. {The nobles...: Heb. The voice of the nobles was hid}
— Job 29:10 (en_kjv)
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A reading from Psalms 42:5
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and {why} art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him {for} the help of his countenance. {cast: Heb. bowed} {praise: or, give thanks} {for the...: or, his presence is salvation}
— Psalms 42:5 (en_kjv)
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Hope thou in the quiet of his countenance.
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