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To the chief Musician, A Song or Psalm.
1 O all ye lands, a joyful noise unto God do ye raise. 2 Sing forth the honour of his name: make glorious his praise. 3 How dreadful in thy works art thou? unto the Lord say ye: through thy pow’rs’ greatness thy foes shall submit themselves to thee.
4 All they shall bow themselves to thee that dwell upon the earth, and sing unto thee, they shall sing unto thy name with mirth. Selah. 5 Come hither, also of the works of God take ye notice, he in his doing terrible towards men’s children is.
6 He did the sea into dry land convert, a way they had on foot to pass the river through, there we in him were glad. 7 He ruleth by his pow’r for ev’r, his eyes the nations spy: let not those that rebellious are lift up themselves on high. Selah.
8 Ye people bless our God, and make his praises voice be heard. 9 Which holds our soul in life, our feet nor suffers to be stirr’d. 10 For God thou hast proved, thou hast us tri’d as silver’s tri’d. 11 Into the net brought us, thou hast on our loins straitness tied.
12 Men o’er our heads thou mad’st to ride, through fire and water pass did we, but us thou brought’st into a place that wealthy was. 13 With off’rings I’ll go to thine house: my vows I’ll pay to thee. 14 Which my lips utter’d, and mouth spake, when trouble was on me.
15 Burnt off’rings I’ll offer to thee that full of fatness are, with the incense of rams, I will bullocks with goats prepare. Selah. 16 Come hearken unto me all ye of God that fearers are, and what he hath done for my soul to you I will declare.
17 With mouth I cry’d to him, and with my tongue extoll’d was he. 18 If in my heart I sin regard the Lord will not hear me. 19 But God that is most mighty hath me heard assuredly; unto the voice of my pray’r he listen’d attentively.
20 Blest be the mighty God, because neither my pray’r hath he, nor yet his own benignity, turned away from me.