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The Lord is the keeper of little ones: I was little and he delivered me.

Turn, O my soul, into thy rest: for the Lord hath been bountiful to thee.

For he hath delivered my soul from death: my eyes from tears, my feet from falling.

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Why, mountains, did you leap like rams,
    you hills, like lambs?

Tremble, earth,(A) at the presence of the Lord,
    at the presence of the God of Jacob,
who turned the rock into a pool,
    the hard rock into springs of water.(B)

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