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The high hills are for the wild goats; The cliffs are a refuge for the rock badgers.
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He appointed the moon for seasons; The sun knows its going down.
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You make darkness, and it is night, In which all the beasts of the forest creep about.
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The young lions roar after their prey, And seek their food from God.
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When the sun rises, they gather together And lie down in their dens.
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Man goes out to his work And to his labor until the evening.
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O Lord, how manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all. The earth is full of Your possessions--
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This great and wide sea, In which are innumerable teeming things, Living things both small and great.
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There the ships sail about; There is that Leviathan Which You have made to play there.
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These all wait for You, That You may give them their food in due season.
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What You give them they gather in; You open Your hand, they are filled with good.