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To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A Psalm +FO Song of Asaph. Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, do we give thanks: for thy name is near thy wondrous works declare. |
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When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly. |
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The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah. |
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I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn: |
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Lift not up your horn on high: speak a stiff neck. |
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For promotion neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. |
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But God the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another. |
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For in the hand of the LORD a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring out, drink . |
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But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. |
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All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; the horns of the righteous shall be exalted. |