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It is good to give thanks to the
to sing praises to your name, O Most High;
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to declare your steadfast love in the morning,
and your faithfulness by night,
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to the music of the lute and the harp,
to the melody of the lyre.
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For you, O
at the works of your hands I sing for joy.
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How great are your works, O
Your thoughts are very deep!
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The dullard cannot know,
the stupid cannot understand this:
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though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction forever,
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but you, O
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For your enemies, O
for your enemies shall perish;
all evildoers shall be scattered.
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But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
you have poured over me 1 fresh oil.
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My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;
my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.
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The righteous flourish like the palm tree,
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
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They are planted in the house of the
they flourish in the courts of our God.
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In old age they still produce fruit;
they are always green and full of sap,
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showing that the
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.