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 He settled the hungry there, * and they founded a city to dwell in.

They sowed fields, and planted vineyards, * and brought in a fruitful harvest.

He blessed them, so that they increased greatly; * he did not let their herds decrease.

Yet when they were diminished and brought low, * through stress of adversity and sorrow,

(He pours contempt on princes * and makes them wander in trackless wastes)

He lifted up the poor out of misery * and multiplied their families like flocks of sheep.

The upright will see this and rejoice, * but all wickedness will shut its mouth.

Whoever is wise will ponder these things, * and consider well the mercies of the.

My heart is firmly fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; * I will sing and make melody.

Wake up, my spirit; awake, lute and harp; * I myself will waken the dawn.

I will confess you among the peoples, O ; * I will sing praises to you among the nations.