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Thou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God, / Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter, / Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.
Naked and poor I arrived at thy door before sunset: / Thou hast refreshed me with beautiful bowls of milk, / As a great chief thou hast set forth food in abundance.