Saturday, August 1, 2015

p. 48

thou hast made my mountain to stand strong,
and makes the mountains skip like rams
and scatter.
He overturneth mountains by the roots
and they melt before the Lord.
He watereth the hills from his chambers
he maketh grass to grow upon them.
Every high mountain
the mountain of thine inheritance,
in the place,
O Lord,
which thou hast made for thee to dwell in,
in the sanctuary, O Lord,
which thy hands have made.

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