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Psalms 147:14

4He maketh peace in thy borders, and qfilleth thee with the 5finest of the wheat.

He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

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Isaiah 60:17 For brass I will bring gold, and for iron I will bring silver, and for wood brass, and for stones iron: I will also make thy officers peace, and thine exactors righteousness.

Isaiah 60:18 Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders; but thou shalt call thy walls Salvation, and thy gates Praise.

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Psalms 132:14 This is my rest for ever: here will I dwell; for I have desired it.

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Psalms 81:15 The haters of the LORD should have submitted themselves unto him: but their time should have endured for ever.

Deuteronomy 32:14 Butter of kine, and milk of sheep, with fat of lambs, and rams of the breed of Bashan, and goats, with the fat of kidneys of wheat; and thou didst drink the pure blood of the grape.

John 12:24 Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.