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									Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
								
							 
																								
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									The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
								
							 
																								
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									Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
								
							 
																								
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									Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
								
							 
																								
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									Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
								
							 
																								
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									The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
								
							 
																								
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									Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
								
							 
																								
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									Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.
								
							 
																								
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									Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
								
							 
																								
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									He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
								
							 
																								
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									The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
								
							 
																								
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									Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
								
							 
																								
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									Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
								
							 
																								
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									Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
								
							 
																								
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									Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
								
							 
																								
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									Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
								
							 
																								
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									He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
								
							 
																								
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									He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
								
							 
																								
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									Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
								
							 
																								
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									He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.