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68.9 :A bounteous rain didst Thou pour down, O God;
 * When Thine inheritance was weary, Thou didst confirm it.
 * Thy flock settled therein;
 * Thou didst prepare in Thy goodness for the poor, O God.


 * The Lord giveth the word;
 * The women that proclaim the tidings are a great host.
 * Kings of armies flee, they flee;
 * And she that tarrieth at home divideth the spoil.
 * When ye lie among the sheepfolds,
 * The wings of the dove are covered with silver,
 * And her pinions with the shimmer of gold. When the Almighty scattereth kings therein,
 * It snoweth in Zalmon.


 * A mountain of God is the mountain of Bashan;
 * A mountain of peaks is the mountain of Bashan.
 * Why look ye askance, ye mountains of peaks,
 * At the mountain which God hath desired for His abode?
 * Yea, the will dwell therein for ever.
 * The chariots of God are myriads, even thousands upon thousands;
 * The Lord is among them, as in Sinai, in holiness.
 * Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast led captivity captive;
 * Thou hast received gifts among men,
 * Yea, among the rebellious also, that the God might dwell there.
 * Blessed be the Lord, day by day He beareth our burden,
 * Even the God who is our salvation.
 * God is unto us a God of deliverances;
 * And unto the Lord belong the issues of death.
 * Surely God will smite through the head of His enemies,
 * The hairy scalp of him that goeth about in his guiltiness.
 * The Lord said: 'I will bring back from Bashan,
 * I will bring them back from the depths of the sea;
 * That thy foot may wade through blood,
 * That the tongue of thy dogs may have its portion from thine enemies.'


 * They see Thy goings, O God,
 * Even the goings of my God, my King, in holiness.
 * The singers go before, the minstrels follow after,
 * In the midst of damsels playing upon timbrels.
 * 'Bless ye God in full assemblies,
 * Even the Lord, ye that are from the fountain of Israel.'
 * There is Benjamin, the youngest, ruling them,
 * The princes of Judah their council,
 * The princes of Zebulun, the princes of Naphtali.
 * Thy God hath commanded thy strength;
 * Be strong, O God, Thou that hast wrought for us
 * Out of Thy temple at Jerusalem,
 * Whither kings shall bring presents unto Thee.
 * Rebuke the wild beast of the reeds,
 * The multitude of the bulls, with the calves of the peoples,
 * Every one submitting himself with pieces of silver;
 * He hath scattered the peoples that delight in war!