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Again, another designing to sail, and beginning to make his voyage through the raging waves, calleth upon a piece of wood more frail than the wood that carrieth him.
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For this the desire of gain devised, 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 even in the sea, and a most sure path among the waves,
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Shewing that thou art able to save out of all things, yea though a man went to sea without art.
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But that the works of thy wisdom might not be idle: therefore men also trust their lives even to a little wood, and passing over the sea by ship are saved.
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And from the beginning also when the proud giants perished, the hope of the world fleeing to a vessel, which was governed by thy hand, left to the world seed of generation.
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For blessed is the wood, by which justice cometh.
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But the idol that is made by hands, is cursed, as well it, as he that made it: he because he made it; and it because being frail it is called a god.