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It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
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Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
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For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
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Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
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Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
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Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
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He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
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He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
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Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel. He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.