To pass through the land,
To see the wise virgins in the land;
Living with righteous status and judgements,
With the truth as the Body of the Laws.
Aroer, oar, reo, ore, rear, rare, or, roe!
With what your eyes have seen;
Able to choose from righteous works.
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