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O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

10 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

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The voice of the Lord shakes the desert;
    the Lord shakes the Desert of Kadesh.(A)
The voice of the Lord twists the oaks[a](B)
    and strips the forests bare.
And in his temple all cry, “Glory!”(C)

10 The Lord sits enthroned over the flood;(D)
    the Lord is enthroned as King forever.(E)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 29:9 Or Lord makes the deer give birth