Awit

Isang awit ng pasasalamat. Madaling araw, nang ako'y magising sa sakit dala ng karamdaman.

Pakinggan mo, langit, ang aking sasabihin, unawain mo, lupa, ang aking bibigkasin. Pumatak nawang gaya ng ulan ang aking ituturo, ang salita ko nawa'y tulad ng hamog na namumuo; upang halama'y diligan at damo'y tumubo. Sapagkat si Yahweh ay aking pupurihin, ang kanyang pangalan ay inyong dakilain.
Deuteronomio 32:1-3

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