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It is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and cast into his garden; and it grew, and waxed a great tree; and the fowls of the air lodged in the branches of it.
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Douay-Rheims
DRCMy soul, bless thou the Lord, because the Lord our God hath delivered Jerusalem his city from all her troubles.
Catholic Public Domain
CPDVBless the Lord, O my soul, for the Lord our God has freed Jerusalem, his city, from every one of her tribulations.
Wycliffe Bible (1395)
WycliffeMy soule, blesse thou the Lord, for `oure Lord God hath delyuered Jerusalem, his citee, fro alle tribulaciouns therof.
