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to bind their kings with shackles and their leaders with iron chains,
With joy you will drink deeply from the fountain of salvation!
As they wail and mourn over you, they sing this sad funeral song: ‘Was there ever such a city as Tyre, now silent at the bottom of the sea?
For he took notice of his lowly servant girl, and from now on all generations will call me blessed.
Like an eagle that rouses her chicks and hovers over her young, so he spread his wings to take them up and carried them safely on his pinions.
He let them ride over the highlands and feast on the crops of the fields. He nourished them with honey from the rock and olive oil from the stony ground.
Their vine grows from the vine of Sodom, from the vineyards of Gomorrah. Their grapes are poison, and their clusters are bitter.
I will make my arrows drunk with blood, and my sword will devour flesh - the blood of the slaughtered and the captives, and the heads of the enemy leaders.”’
The mountains quaked in the presence of the Lord , the God of Mount Sinai - in the presence of the Lord , the God of Israel.
“Consider this, you who ride on fine donkeys, you who sit on fancy saddle blankets, and you who walk along the road.
On that day David gave to Asaph and his fellow Levites this song of thanksgiving to the Lord :
Praise the Lord , the God of Israel, who lives from everlasting to everlasting! And all the people shouted “Amen!” and praised the Lord .
For the choir director: A song. A psalm of David. Rise up, O God, and scatter your enemies. Let those who hate God run for their lives.
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. I took my troubles to the Lord ; I cried out to him, and he answered my prayer.
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. I look up to the mountains - does my help come from there?
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. How wonderful and pleasant it is when brothers live together in harmony!
We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
O Babylon, you will be destroyed. Happy is the one who pays you back for what you have done to us.
I will sing a new song to you, O God! I will sing your praises with a ten-stringed harp.