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Psalm 74:19

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Give not up to a company, The soul of Thy turtle-dove, The company of Thy poor ones forget not for ever.

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Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.

Thy company have dwelt in it, Thou preparest in Thy goodness for the poor, O God.

Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

He judgeth Thy people with righteousness, And Thy poor with judgment.

For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.

My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.

Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

One is my dove, my perfect one, One she `is' of her mother, The choice one she `is' of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

Who `are' these -- as a thick cloud they fly, And as doves unto their windows?

And I have left in thy midst a people humble and poor, And they have trusted in the name of Jehovah.

`Lo, I do send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves, be ye therefore wise as the serpents, and simple as the doves.




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