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[1] A Psalm, a Song. For the sabbath day.
[2] It is a good thing to give thanks unto 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, and to sing praises unto Thy name, O Most High;
[3] To declare Thy lovingkindness in the morning, and Th faithfulness in the night seasons,
[4] With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; with a solemn sound upon the harp.
[5] For Thou, 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, hast made me glad through Thy work; I will exult in the works of Thy hands.
[6] How great are Thy works, O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇! Thy thoughts are very deep.
[7] A brutish man knoweth not, neither doth a fool understand this.
[8] When the wicked spring up as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they may be destroyed for ever.
[9] But Thou, O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, art on high for evermore.
[10] For, lo, Thine enemies, O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, for, lo, Thine enemies shall perish: all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
[11] But my horn hast Thou exalted like the horn of the wild-ox; I am anointed with rich oil.
[12] Mine eye also hath gazed on them that lie in wait for me, mine ears have heard my desire of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
[13] The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree; he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
[14] Planted in the house of 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, they shall flourish in the courts of our God.
[15] They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and richness;
[16] To declare that 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 is upright, my Rock, in whom there is no unrighteousness.
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