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Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.
CHAPTER 29
Give unto the L
ORD
, O ye mighty, give unto the L
ORD
glory and strength.
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Give unto the L
ORD
the glory due unto his name; worship the L
ORD
in the beauty of holiness.
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The voice of the L
ORD
is
upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the L
ORD
is
upon
many waters.
4
The voice of the L
ORD
is
powerful; the voice of the L
ORD
is
full of majesty.
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The voice of the L
ORD
breaketh the cedars; yea, the L
ORD
breaketh the cedars of Lebanon.
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He maketh them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young unicorn.
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The voice of the L
ORD
divideth the flames of fire.
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The voice of the L
ORD
shaketh the wilderness; the L
ORD
shaketh the wilderness of Kadesh.
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The voice of the L
ORD
maketh the hinds to calve, and discovereth the forests: and in his
temple doth every one speak of
his
glory.
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The L
ORD
sitteth upon the flood; yea, the L
ORD
sitteth King for ever.
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The L
ORD
will give strength unto his people; the L
ORD
will bless his people with peace.
CHAPTER 30
I will extol thee, O L
ORD
; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
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O L
ORD
my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3
O L
ORD
, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should
not go down to the pit.
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Sing unto the L
ORD
, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5
For his anger
endureth but
a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night,
but joy
cometh
in the morning.
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And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
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L
ORD
, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face,
and
I was troubled.
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I cried to thee, O L
ORD
; and unto the L
ORD
I made supplication.
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What profit
is there
in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee?
shall it declare thy truth?
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Hear, O L
ORD
, and have mercy upon me: L
ORD
, be thou my helper.
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Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and
girded me with gladness;
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