Psalms 125
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1A Song of Degrees. When the Lord turned the captivity of Sion, we became as comforted ones.
2Then was our mouth filled with joy, and our tongue with exultation: then would they say among the Gentiles,
3The Lord has done great things among them. The Lord has done great things for us, we became joyful.
4Turn, O Lord, our captivity, as the streams in the south.
5They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
6They went on and wept as they cast their seeds; but they shall surely come with exultation, bringing their sheaves with them.