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Again, one preparing himself to sail, and about to pass through the raging waves, calleth upon a piece of wood more rotten than the vessel that carrieth him.
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For verily desire of gain devised that, and the workman built it by his skill.
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But thy providence, O Father, governeth it: for thou hast made a way in the sea, and a safe path in the waves;
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Shewing that thou canst save from all danger: yea, though a man went to sea without art.
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Nevertheless thou wouldest not that the works of thy wisdom should be idle, and therefore do men commit their lives to a small piece of wood, and passing the rough sea in a weak vessel are saved.