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Psalm 74:19

American Standard Version (1901)

Oh deliver not the soul of thy turtle-dove unto the wild beast: Forget not the life of thy poor for ever.

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O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

For the needy shall not alway be forgotten, Nor the expectation of the poor perish for ever.

But I will leave in the midst of thee an afflicted and poor people, and they shall take refuge in the name of Jehovah.

Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

He will judge thy people with righteousness, And thy poor with justice.

When ye lie among the sheepfolds, It is as the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

Thy congregation dwelt therein: Thou, O God, didst prepare of thy goodness for the poor.

My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thy hand: Forget not the poor.




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