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Psalm 68:4

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Sing ye to God -- praise His name, Raise up a highway for Him who is riding in deserts, In Jah `is' His name, and exult before Him.

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Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,

Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys `is' with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever!

And He rideth on a cherub, and doth fly, And He flieth on wings of wind.

For Thou blessest the righteous, O Jehovah, As a buckler with favour dost compass him!

Praise ye the honour of His name, Make ye honourable His praise.

All the earth do bow to Thee, They sing praise to Thee, they praise Thy name.' Selah.

Rejoice and sing do nations, For Thou judgest peoples uprightly, And peoples on earth comfortest. Selah.

To him who is riding on the heavens of the heavens of old, Lo, He giveth with His voice a strong voice.

And they know that Thou -- (Thy name `is' Jehovah -- by Thyself,) `Art' the Most High over all the earth!

Light `is' sown for the righteous, And for the upright of heart -- joy.

And God saith unto Moses, `I AM THAT WHICH I AM;' He saith also, `Thus dost thou say to the sons of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.'

and I appear unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, as God Almighty; as to My name Jehovah, I have not been known to them;

and I have brought you in unto the land which I have lifted up My hand to give it to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, and have given it to you -- a possession; I `am' Jehovah.'

The hope of the righteous `is' joyful, And the expectation of the wicked perisheth.

The burden of Egypt. Lo, Jehovah is riding on a swift thick cloud, And He hath entered Egypt, And moved have been the idols of Egypt at His presence, And the heart of Egypt melteth in its midst.

A voice is crying -- in a wilderness -- Prepare ye the way of Jehovah, Make straight in a desert a highway to our God.

Pass ye on, pass on through the gates, Prepare ye the way of the people, Raise up, raise up the highway, clear it from stones, Lift up an ensign over the peoples.

There is none like the God of Jeshurun, Riding the heavens in thy help, And in His excellency the skies.




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