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O LORD, thou art my God, I will praise thee, and magnify thy name: For thou bringest marvelous things to pass, according to thine old counsels, truly and steadfastly.
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Thou makest of towns, heap of stone: and of head cities, broken walls: The palaces of the wicked destroyest thou out of the city, that they shall never be builded again.
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Therefore the very rude people must magnify thee, and the cities of the cruel Heathen must fear thee.
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For thou art the poor man's help, and strength for the needful in his necessity. Thou art a defense against evil weather, a shadow against the heat. But unto the presumptuous, thou art like a strong whirl wind, that casteth down the boasting |boosting| of the ungodly:
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thou keepest men from heat, with the shadow of thy clouds, thou cuttest off the branches of tyrants.
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Moreover, the LORD of Hosts shall once prepare a feast for all people upon the hill: A plenteous, costly, pleasant feast, of fat and well fed beasts, of sweet and most pure things.
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Upon the hill shall he take away the side vale that hangeth before the face of all people, and the covering wherewith all Gentiles are covered.
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As for death he shall utterly consume it. The Lord GOD |LORDE God| shall wipe away the tears from all faces, and take away the confusion of his people thorow the whole world. For the LORD himself hath said it.
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At the same time shall it be said: Lo, this is our God in whom we put our trust, and he hath healed us. This is the LORD that we have waited for: Let us rejoice and delight in his health.
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For the hand of the LORD ceaseth upon this hill. But Moab shall be threshed down under him, like as the straw is trodden under feet in a dung hill.
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For he shall stretch out his hands upon him, like as a swimmer doth to swim. And with the power of his hands shall he cast down his high pomp.
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As for his strongholds and high walls: he shall bow them, cast them down, and sell them to the ground in to dust.