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On an instrument of ten strings, On the lute, And on the harp, With harmonious sound.
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For You, Lord, have made me glad through Your work; I will triumph in the works of Your hands.
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O Lord, how great are Your works! Your thoughts are very deep.
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A senseless man does not know, Nor does a fool understand this.
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When the wicked spring up like grass, And when all the workers of iniquity flourish, It is that they may be destroyed forever.
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But You, Lord, are on high forevermore.
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For behold, Your enemies, O Lord, For behold, Your enemies shall perish; All the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
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But my horn You have exalted like a wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.
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My eye also has seen my desire on my enemies; My ears hear my desire on the wicked Who rise up against me.
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The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree, He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
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Those who are planted in the house of the Lord Shall flourish in the courts of our God.
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They shall still bear fruit in old age; They shall be fresh and flourishing,
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To declare that the Lord is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.