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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?

11 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

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

10 The Lord sits enthroned over the flood;(C)
    the Lord is enthroned as King forever.(D)
11 The Lord gives strength to his people;(E)
    the Lord blesses his people with peace.(F)

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Footnotes

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