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Psalms 147:14

He makes peace in your borders, and fills you with the finest of the wheat.
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Augustine of Hippo

AD 430
22. What ye cried out a while ago at the very mention of peace, ye cried from longing: your cry was from thirst, not from fulness; for there will be perfect righteousness where will be perfect peace. Now we hunger and thirst after righteousness. "They shall be filled." How shall they be filled? When we have arrived at peace. Therefore when he had said, "Who hath set peace for thy borders," because there is fulness and no want, he added at once, "and filleth thee with the fat of wheat" (ver. 14). ...
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Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation - 2 Peter 1:20

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