| Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools | My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God |
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| Sher Ali Maulawi; Mirza Tahir; Ahmad Hadhrat 2004 | 2: 73-150, Jerusalem: Mossad Rav Kook, 1990, p |
Sher Ali Maulawi; Mirza Tahir; Ahmad Hadhrat 2004.
17| Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God | Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee |
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| My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God | Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; in whose heart are the ways of them |
Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools.
24| See, for example, Amos Hakham, Book of Psalms [Heb], vol | See, for example, Amos Hakham, Book of Psalms [Heb], vol |
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| Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee |
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