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The land produces its crops.
    God, our God, blesses us.
May God continue to bless us.
    Then people from one end of the earth to the other
    will have respect for him.

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The land yields its harvest;(A)
    God, our God, blesses us.(B)
May God bless us still,
    so that all the ends of the earth(C) will fear him.(D)

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Then shall the earth yield her increase; and God, even our own God, shall bless us.

God shall bless us; and all the ends of the earth shall fear him.

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