Arcana Coelestia # 4610
4610. 'These are the sons of Jacob who were born to him in Paddan Aram' means the origin and state of these at this point. This is clear from what has now been stated generally and specifically about the sons of Jacob, namely that in general they mean all things which were now present in the Lord's Divine Natural, 4603, so much so that all those things taken together are now meant by 'Jacob'. Where they originate is meant by the words 'born to him in Paddan Aram', that is, in cognitions of truth and good, these being meant by Paddan Aram, 3664, 3680. And because all taken together are now meant by 'Jacob', the singular 'who was born to him' is therefore used in the original language. In what follows next the subject is the joining of the Divine Natural to the Divine Rational, that joining together being represented by Jacob's coming to his father Isaac.
Psalms 139
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Yahweh, you have searched me, and you know me.
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You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
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You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
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For there is not a word on my tongue, but, behold, Yahweh, you know it altogether.
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You hem me in behind and before. You laid your hand on me.
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This knowledge is beyond me. It's lofty. I can't attain it.
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Where could I go from your Spirit? Or Where could I flee from your presence?
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If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there!
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If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
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Even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
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If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me; the light around me will be night;"
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even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
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For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
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I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.
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My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
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Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
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How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
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If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
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If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!
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For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
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Yahweh, don't I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
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I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
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Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.
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See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
