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{To the chief Musician.
A Psalm of David: a Song.}
Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion;
and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
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O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
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Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
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Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts.
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.
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By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea.
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Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;
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Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.
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And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens;
thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
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Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it;
thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water;
thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:
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Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers;
thou blessest the springing thereof.
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Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
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They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
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The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn;
they shout for joy, yea, they sing.