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A Psalm. --A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
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To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
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On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.
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For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
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How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
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A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --
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When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity--For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
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And Thou art high to the age, O Jehovah.
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For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
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And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
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And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
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The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
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Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
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Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
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To declare that upright is Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!