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Sundown February 10, 2016 Dawns Hebrew Day 327 of 383.
- Day 353 + 327 680;
- Day 61 + 266 = 327, Tree of Life;
- Day 327 + 56 = 383;
- Day 327 + 383 = 710;
- Day 710 + 26 = 736;
- Day 706 + 327 = 1033;
- Day 736 + 327 = 1063;
- Day 1033 + 56 = 1089;
- Day 1033 + 73 = 1106 @ 5776.01.17, Resurrection Day;
- Day 1033 + 77 = 1110 @ 5776.01.21, First Fruit;
- Day 680 + 77 = 757, First Fruit;
- Day 680 + 430 = 1110, The Son of Man;
- Day 1089 + 327 = 1416;
- Day 1033 + 327 = 1416;
- Day 680 + 736 = 1416;
- Day 1089 + 680 = 1769;
- Day 1825 – 1769 = 56;
- Day 1776 – 1769 = 7;
- Day 1989 – 1769 = 220;
- Day 327 + 220 = 547 {Hebrew Day 900} Taylor Swift;
- Day 1089 + 1033 = 2122;
- Day 2539 + 327 = 2866.
Psalm 81:3-5 ~ The Message (MSG)
An Asaph Psalm
81 1-5 A song to our strong God!
a shout to the God of Jacob!
Anthems from the choir, music from the band,
sweet sounds from lute and harp,
Trumpets and trombones and horns:
it’s festival day, a feast to God!
A day decreed by God,
solemnly ordered by the God of Jacob.
He commanded Joseph to keep this day
so we’d never forget what he did in Egypt.
I hear this most gentle whisper from One
I never guessed would speak to me:
Ezekiel 32 ~ The Message (MSG)
A Cloud Across the Sun
32 1-2 In the twelfth year, on the first day of the twelfth month, God’s Message came to me: “Son of man, sing a funeral lament over Pharaoh king of Egypt. Tell him:
“‘You think you’re a young lion
prowling through the nations.
You’re more like a dragon in the ocean,
snorting and thrashing about.
3-10 “‘God, the Master, says:
“‘I’m going to throw my net over you
—many nations will get in on this operation—
and haul you out with my dragnet.
I’ll dump you on the ground
out in an open field
And bring in all the crows and vultures
for a sumptuous carrion lunch.
I’ll invite wild animals from all over the world
to gorge on your guts.
I’ll scatter hunks of your meat in the mountains
and strew your bones in the valleys.
The country, right up to the mountains,
will be drenched with your blood,
your blood filling every ditch and channel.
When I blot you out,
I’ll pull the curtain on the skies
and shut out the stars.
I’ll throw a cloud across the sun
and turn off the moonlight.
I’ll turn out every light in the sky above you
and put your land in the dark.
Decree of God, the Master.
I’ll shake up everyone worldwide
when I take you off captive to strange and far-off countries.
I’ll shock people with you.
Kings will take one look and shudder.
I’ll shake my sword
and they’ll shake in their boots.
On the day you crash, they’ll tremble,
thinking, “That could be me!”
To Lay Your Pride Low
11-15 “‘God, the Master, says:
“‘The sword of the king of Babylon
is coming against you.
I’ll use the swords of champions
to lay your pride low,
Use the most brutal of nations
to knock Egypt off her high horse,
to puncture that hot-air pomposity.
I’ll destroy all their livestock
that graze along the river.
Neither human foot nor animal hoof
will muddy those waters anymore.
I’ll clear their springs and streams,
make their rivers flow clean and smooth.
Decree of God, the Master.
When I turn Egypt back to the wild
and strip her clean of all her abundant produce,
When I strike dead all who live there,
then they’ll realize that I am God.’
16 “This is a funeral song. Chant it.
Daughters of the nations, chant it.
Chant it over Egypt for the death of its pomp.”
Decree of God, the Master.
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