| Chapter 147 |
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Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
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Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
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Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
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Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
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Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
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He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
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He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
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Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
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He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.
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