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  • The hallowed robe, all gold and blue and purple, work of a master weaver, that lacked neither skill nor faithfulness!✻ (Ecclesiasticus 45, 12)

  • The gold finishing, too, of his mitre, engraved with the legend, Holiness; so proud an adornment, so noble a work of art, such a lure for men’s eyes in its ordered beauty! (Ecclesiasticus 45, 14)

  • Gold thou didst amass in such plenty, as it had been only bronze; silver was abundant in thy domains as lead. (Ecclesiasticus 47, 20)

  • Then, once again, the Lord’s hand at work! From Assyria, from Egypt, Pathros and Ethiopia, from Elam and Sennaar, from Emath, from the islands out at sea, his people, a scattered remnant, shall return. (Isaiah 11, 11)

  • But in the land of Juda, when that day comes, what shall their song be? Sion is ours, an impregnable fortress; divine protection it has for wall and breast-work; (Isaiah 26, 1)

  • But first the hail-storm must do its work, forest be laid low, city levelled with the ground. (Isaiah 32, 19)

  • Here is carpenter unfolding his rule; plane smoothes the wood, square and compasses must do their work; and what has he made for you? The figure of a man, that has but human beauty, a man that must have a roof to shelter him. (Isaiah 44, 13)

  • And now (says the Lord) I will still lead thee on thy way, bending the pride of earth low before thee; I will break open gates of bronze, and cleave through bars of iron; (Isaiah 45, 2)

  • What happened in times past, I had foretold long before; warning was uttered, and in the public ear; then, suddenly, I would set to work, and the prophecy was fulfilled. (Isaiah 48, 3)

  • I knew well what an untamed creature thou art, neck stubborn as an iron hawser, forehead intractable as bronze; (Isaiah 48, 4)

  • I would warn thee from the first, tell thee what was coming before it came; never shouldst thou say this was the work of thy false gods, the will of idols thou didst carve and cast. (Isaiah 48, 5)

  • To me, all my labour seemed useless, my strength worn out in vain; his to judge me, he, my God, must reward my work as he would. (Isaiah 49, 4)


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