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I will give thanks to thee, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will recount all thy wonderful works.
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I will be glad and exult in thee: I will sing to thy name, O thou Most High.
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When mine enemies are turned back, they shall be feeble and perish at thy presence.
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For thou hast maintained my cause and my right; thou satest on the throne, that judgest righteousness.
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Thou hast rebuked the nations, and the ungodly one has perished; thou hast blotted out their name for ever, even for ever and ever.
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The swords of the enemy have failed utterly; and thou hast destroyed cities: their memorial has been destroyed with a noise,
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but the Lord endures for ever: he has prepared his throne for judgment.
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And he will judge the world in righteousness, he will judge the nations in uprightness.
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The Lord also is become a refuge for the poor, a seasonable help, in affliction.
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And let them that know thy name hope in thee: for thou, O Lord, hast not failed them that diligently seek thee.
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Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Sion: declare his dealings among the nations.
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For he remembered them, in making inquisition for blood: he has not forgotten the supplication of the poor.
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Have mercy upon me, O Lord; look upon my affliction which I suffer of mine enemies, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
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that I may declare all thy praises in the gates of the daughter of Sion: I will exult in thy salvation.
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The heathen are caught in the destruction which they planned: in the very snare which they hid is their foot taken.
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The Lord is known as executing judgments: the sinner is taken in the works of his hands. A song of Pause.
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Let sinners be driven away into Hades, even all the nations that forget God.
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For the poor shall not be forgotten for ever: the patience of the needy ones shall not perish for ever.
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Arise, O Lord, let not man prevail: let the heathen be judged before thee.
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Appoint, O Lord, a lawgiver over them: let the heathen know that they are men. Pause.