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Psalm 74:19

Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

Thou wilt not give the soul of thy turtle-dove to the beast: the life of thy poor thou wilt not forget forever.

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Arise, O Jehovah; O God, lift up thine hand: thou wilt not forget the poor.

Thy living ones dwelt in it: thou wilt prepare in thy goodness for the poor, O God.

If ye shall lie down within the stalls, the wings of the dove being covered with silver, and her wing feathers with yellowness of gold.

He shall judge thy people in justice, and thy poor in judgment.

For the needy shall not be forgotten forever: the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.

My dove in the refuges of the rock, in the biding of the steep mountain: cause me to see thy form, cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet and thy form becoming.

Behold thee beautiful, my friend, behold thee beautiful; thine eyes doves' from behind to thy veil: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from mount Gilead.

She is one, my dove, my perfect one; she is one to her mother, she is the chosen to her bearing her. The daughters saw her and pronounced her happy; the queens and the concubines, and they will praise her.

Who are these? they will fly as a cloud, and as doves to their lattices.

And I left in the midst of thee a humble and weak people, and they trusted in the name of Jehovah.

Behold I send you as sheep in the midst of wolves; be ye therefore discerning as serpents, and pure as doves.




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