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- I will sing a new song to you, O God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,
- to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword.
- Deliver me and rescue me from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
- Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
- Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields;
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- our oxen will draw heavy loads. There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.
- Blessed are the people of whom this is true; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
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- ¿ì¸®°¡ ¸ÔÀÌ´Â ¼ÒµéÀº »ìÀÌ Âî°í, ³«ÅÂÇÏ´Â Àϵµ ¾ø°í, ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸®´Â Àϵµ ¾øÀ¸¸ç, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ °Å¸®¿¡´Â ¿ïºÎ¢´Â ¼Ò¸®°¡ ÀüÇô ¾øÀ» °ÍÀÌ´Ù.
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