8. But I, hunted and persecuted though I am, am like a green olive tree. I am not plucked up or destroyed, but am like a
flourishing olive, which out of the rock draws oil, and amid the drought still
lives and grows. In the house of God. He was one of the divine family.
He was bearing fruit, and would continue to do so. I trust in the mercy of God forever and ever. Eternal mercy is my present confidence.
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