诗篇 122
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A song of high degrees of Dauid. I was glad when they sayde vnto me: we wyll go into the house of God.
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Our feete shall stande in thy gates: O Hierusalem.
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Hierusalem is builded: as a citie that is well vnited together in it selfe.
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For the tribes do go vp thyther, euen the tribes of the Lorde: which is a testimonie vnto Israel for to prayse the name of God.
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For there is ordeyned the seate for iudgement: euen the seate of the house of Dauid.
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Pray for the peace of Hierusalem: they shall prosper that loue thee.
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Peace be within thy walles: and plenteousnesse within thy palaces.
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For my brethren and companions sakes: I wyll wyshe peace to be within thee.
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Yea because of the house of God our Lord: I wyll procure to do thee good.