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Happy
is the eye that saw all this.
We hear this and our soul rejoices.
Happy
is the eye that saw the waters
pouring from the heavens,
and the wind sweeping over the earth,
as the righteous main whispers to God,
Creator of the lightning,
and
all the people stand before him
whispering sweet words.
We hear this and our soul rejoices.
Happy is the eye that saw the blackness
of amassed clouds,
and the wind sweeping through
a downpour of generosity,
as the righeous man whispers to God
who rides across the plains:
"Courage, my faithful ones,
from the clouds the waters are streaming!"
We hear this and our soul rejoices.
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Happy
is the eye that saw the glorious lightning
and the thunder in hot pursuit,
and the wind sweeping over, and all hearts
struck with fear.
As the righteous man whispers to God,
the Rock who dwells on high,
and before all the people standing before him,
he roars like a lion over its prey:
"Courage, my faithful ones,
God is bringing a waterfall of blessing."
We hear this and our soul rejoices.
Happy is the eye that saw water
in the streets and in the pathways,
and the wind sweeping across
to improve the harvest.
And upon the head of the righteous man,
the waters stream and fall,
washing away the wood-ashes,
drenching his hair, the torrents of rain
causing his hair to curl.
We hear this and our soul rejoices.
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