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- I will sing a new song to You, O God; Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
- Who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues David His servant from the evil sword.
- Rescue me and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaks deceit And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
- Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants, And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;
- Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce, And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
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- Let our cattle bear Without mishap and without loss, Let there be no outcry in our streets!
- How blessed are the people who are so situated; How blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!
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