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Psalms · Chapter 29

Give unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), O ye mighty, give unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) glory and strength.

Give unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) the glory due unto his name; worship 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) in the beauty of holiness.

The voice of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) is upon the waters: the Elohim of glory thundereth: 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) is upon many waters.

The voice of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) is powerful; the voice of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) is full of majesty.

The voice of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) breaketh the cedars; yea, 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) breaketh the cedars of Lebanon.

He maketh them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young unicorn.

The voice of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) divideth the flames of fire.

The voice of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) shaketh the wilderness; 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) shaketh the wilderness of Kadesh.

The voice of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) maketh the hinds to calve, and discovereth the forests: and in his heikhal doth every one speak of his glory.

𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) sitteth upon the flood; yea, 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) sitteth King for ever.

𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) will give strength unto his people; 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) will bless his people with peace.

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Psalms · Chapter 30

I will extol thee, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH); for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) my Elohim, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), thou hast brought up my nephesh from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Sing unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH); and unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) I made supplication.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

Hear, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), and have mercy upon me: 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), be thou my helper.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) my Elohim, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.