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 Who said, “Let us take for ourselves * the fields of God as our possession.”

O my God, make them like whirling dust * and like chaff before the wind;

Like fire that burns down a forest, * like the flame that sets mountains ablaze.

Drive them with your tempest * and terrify them with your storm;

Cover their faces with shame, O, * that they may seek your Name.

Let them be disgraced and terrified for ever; * let them be put to confusion and perish.

Let them know that you, whose Name is, * you alone are the Most High over all the earth.

How dear to me is your dwelling, O of hosts! * My soul has a desire and longing for the courts of the ; my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.

The sparrow has found her a house and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young; * by the side of your altars, O of hosts, my King and my God.

Happy are they who dwell in your house! * they will always be praising you.

Happy are the people whose strength is in you! * whose hearts are set on the pilgrims’ way.