诗篇 85

85

To the chiefe musition, a psalme of the sonnes of Corach. O God, thou art become gracious vnto thy land: thou hast brought Iacob agayne home out of captiuitie.

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Thou hast forgeuen the wickednes of thy people: and couered all their sinnes. Selah.

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Thou hast taken away al thy displeasure: and turned thy selfe from thy wrathfull indignation.

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Turne vs O God of our saluation: and let thyne anger ceasse from vs.

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Wilt thou be displeased at vs for euer? and wylt thou stretche out thy wrath from one generation to another,

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Wylt thou not turne agayne and reuiue vs: that thy people may reioyce in thee?

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Shew vs thy louing kindnes O God: and graunt vs thy saluation.

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I wyll hearken what God the Lord saith: for he speaketh peace vnto his people & to his saintes, that they turne not agayne to folly.

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For truely his saluation is nye them that feare him: insomuch that glory dwelleth in our earth.

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Mercy and trueth are met together: righteousnes and peace haue kissed eche other.

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Trueth shall bud out of the earth: and ryghteousnes shall looke downe from heauen.

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Yea, God shall geue all that is good: and our earth shall geue her encrease.

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Euery man shall cause righteousnes to go before him: and he shall direct his steppes in the way.