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Psalm 90

Living in the help of the Vyshnyago, in the blood of God the Heavenly, will plunge. The Lord is injecting: my intercessor and my refuge, my God, and I hope for him. He will save the cats from the network, and he will dawn from the words of the rebellion, the Pleshm will dawn, and under Crile he hopes: his truth will eat his truth. Not embarrassed by the fear of the night, flying from the arrow in the days, from the thing in the TMA of the transcendence, from the comb, and the demon of the midday. Thy thousand will fall from your country, and TMA Off you will not come close to you, look at yours, and the retribution of the sinners of the Uzrishi. Like you, Lord, my hope, the highly put your refuge. Evil will not come to you, and the wound will not come closer to your bodies, as if his angel to consult for you, to preserve them in all your travels. Things will be outraged in their hands, but not when you put your leg on your foot, on the aspid and a basilisk coming, and the lion and the serpent and the serpent. It’s like on my NAVE, and I will save and: I will cover it and, like my knowledge. He will call me, and hear him: I am in sorrow, I will be Izu, and I will glorify him, I will fulfill him for a long time, and I will show him my salvation.