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Chapter 68 19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah.20 He that is our God is the God of salvation; and unto GOD the Lord belong the issues from death.21 But God shall wound the head of his enemies, and the hairy scalp of such an one as goeth on still in his trespasses.22 The Lord said, I will bring again from Bashan, I will bring my people again from the depths of the sea:23 That thy foot may be dipped in the blood of thine enemies, and the tongue of thy dogs in the same.24 They have seen thy goings, O God; even the goings of my God, my King, in the sanctuary.25 The singers went before, the players on instruments followed after; among them were the damsels playing with timbrels.26 Bless ye God in the congregations, even the Lord, from the fountain of Israel.27 There is little Benjamin with their ruler, the princes of Judah and their council, the princes of Zebulun, and the princes of Naphtali.28 Thy God hath commanded thy strength: strengthen, O God, that which thou hast wrought for us.29 Because of thy temple at Jerusalem shall kings bring presents unto thee.30 Rebuke the company of spearmen, the multitude of the bulls, with the calves of the people, till every one submit himself with pieces of silver: scatter thou the people that delight in war.31 Princes shall come out of Egypt; Ethiopia shall soon stretch out her hands unto God.32 Sing unto God, ye kingdoms of the earth; O sing praises unto the Lord; Selah:33 To him that rideth upon the heavens of heavens, which were of old; lo, he doth send out his voice, and that a mighty voice.34 Ascribe ye strength unto God: his excellency is over Israel, and his strength is in the clouds.35 O God, thou art terrible out of thy holy places: the God of Israel is he that giveth strength and power unto his people. Blessed be God.

Chapter 69 1 Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.