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Chapter 118
Psal | OEB | 118:12 | they swarmed around me like bees, they blazed like a fire of thorns: in the name of the Lord I cut them down. | |
Psal | OEB | 118:15 | Hark! In the tents of the righteous glad cries of victory are ringing. The hand of the Lord has wrought bravely, | |
Psal | OEB | 118:18 | Though the Lord has chastened me sore, he has not given me over to death. (The Procession arrives at the Temple) | |
Psal | OEB | 118:19 | “Open to me the gates of victory. I would enter therein and give thanks to the Lord.” (The Welcome) | |
Psal | OEB | 118:26 | Blessed is the one who enters in the name of the Lord. From the house of the Lord we bless you. | |
Psal | OEB | 118:27 | The Lord is God, he has given us light. Wreathe the dance with boughs, till they touch the horns of the altar. | |