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To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song. Praise is due to thee, O God, in Zion; and to thee shall vows be performed,
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O thou who hearest prayer! To thee shall all flesh come
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on account of sins. When our transgressions prevail over us, thou dost forgive them.
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Blessed is he whom thou dost choose and bring near, to dwell in thy courts! We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, thy holy temple!
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By dread deeds thou dost answer us with deliverance, O God of our salvation, who art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the farthest seas;
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who by thy strength hast established the mountains, being girded with might;
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who dost still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, the tumult of the peoples;
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so that those who dwell at earth's farthest bounds are afraid at thy signs; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.
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Thou visitest the earth and waterest it, thou greatly enrichest it; the river of God is full of water; thou providest their grain, for so thou hast prepared it.