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In the nights lift up your hands to the holy places, and bless ye the Lord.

May the Lord out of Sion bless thee, he that made heaven and earth.

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It is like precious oil poured on the head,(A)
    running down on the beard,
running down on Aaron’s beard,
    down on the collar of his robe.
It is as if the dew(B) of Hermon(C)
    were falling on Mount Zion.(D)
For there the Lord bestows his blessing,(E)
    even life forevermore.(F)

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