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  • Psalm 104

    1    Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God,

              thou art exceeding great;

         With honour and with majesty

              thou clothed art in state.

    2    With light, as with a robe, thyself

              thou coverest about;

         And, like unto a curtain, thou

              the heavens stretchest out.

    3    Who of his chambers doth the beams

              within the waters lay;

         Who doth the clouds his chariot make,

              on wings of wind make way.

    4    Who flaming fire his ministers,

              his angels sp’rits, doth make:

    5    Who earth’s foundations did lay,

              that it should never shake.

    6    Thou didst it cover with the deep,

              as with a garment spread:

         The waters stood above the hills,

              when thou the word but said.

    7    But at the voice of thy rebuke

              they fled, and would not stay;

         They at thy thunder’s dreadful voice

              did haste them fast away.

    8    They by the mountains do ascend,

              and by the valley-ground

         Descend, unto that very place

              which thou for them didst found.

    9    Thou hast a bound unto them set,

              that they may not pass over,

         That they do not return again

              the face of earth to cover.

    10   He to the valleys sends the springs,

              which run among the hills:

    11   They to all beasts of field give drink,

              wild asses drink their fills.

    12   By them the fowls of heav’n shall have

              their habitation,

         Which do among the branches sing

              with delectation.

    13   He from his chambers watereth

              the hills, when they are dry’d:

         With fruit and increase of thy works

              the earth is satisfy’d.

    14   For cattle he makes grass to grow,

              he makes the herb to spring

         For th’ use of man, that food to him

              he from the earth may bring;

    15   And wine, that to the heart of man

              doth cheerfulness impart,

         Oil that his face makes shine, and bread

              that strengtheneth his heart.

    16   The trees of God are full of sap;

              the cedars that do stand

         In Lebanon, which planted were

              by his almighty hand.

    17   Birds of the air upon their boughs

              do chuse their nests to make;

         As for the stork, the fir-tree she

              doth for her dwelling take.

    18   The lofty mountains for wild goats

              a place of refuge be;

         The conies also to the rocks

              do for their safety flee.

    19   He sets the moon in heav’n, thereby

              the seasons to discern:

         From him the sun his certain time

              of going down doth learn.

    20   Thou darkness mak’st, ’tis night, then beasts

              of forests creep abroad.

    21   The lions young roar for their prey,

              and seek their meat from God.

    22   The sun doth rise, and home they flock,

              down in their dens they lie.

    23   Man goes to work, his labour he

              doth to the ev’ning ply.

    24   How manifold, Lord, are thy works!

              in wisdom wonderful

         Thou ev’ry one of them hast made;

              earth’s of thy riches full:

    25   So is this great and spacious sea,

              wherein things creeping are,

         Which number’d cannot be; and beasts

              both great and small are there.

    26   There ships go; there thou mak’st to play

              that leviathan great.

    27   These all wait on thee, that thou may’st

              in due time give them meat.


    28   That which thou givest unto them

              they gather for their food;

         Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

              they filled are with good.

    29   Thou hid’st thy face; they troubled are,

              their breath thou tak’st away;

         Then do they die, and to their dust

              return again do they.

    30   Thy quick’ning spirit thou send’st forth,

              then they created be;

         And then the earth’s decayed face

              renewed is by thee.

    31   The glory of the mighty Lord

              continue shall for ever:

         The Lord Jehovah shall rejoice

              in all his works together.

    32   Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all,

              if he on it but look;

         And if the mountains he but touch,

              they presently do smoke.

    33   I will sing to the Lord most high,

              so long as I shall live;

         And while I being have I shall

              to my God praises give.

    34   Of him my meditation shall

              sweet thoughts to me afford;

         And as for me, I will rejoice

              in God, my only Lord.

    35   From earth let sinners be consum’d,

              let ill men no more be.

         O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 103

    1    O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;

              and all that in me is

         Be stirred up his holy name

              to magnify and bless.

    2    Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,

              and not forgetful be

         Of all his gracious benefits

              he hath bestow’d on thee.

    3    All thine iniquities who doth

              most graciously forgive:

         Who thy diseases all and pains

              doth heal, and thee relieve.

    4    Who doth redeem thy life, that thou

              to death may’st not go down;

         Who thee with loving-kindness doth

              and tender mercies crown:

    5    Who with abundance of good things

              doth satisfy thy mouth;

         So that, ev’n as the eagle’s age,

              renewed is thy youth.




    6    God righteous judgment executes

              for all oppressed ones.

    7    His ways to Moses, he his acts

              made known to Isr’el’s sons.

    8    The Lord our God is merciful,

              and he is gracious,

         Long-suffering, and slow to wrath,

              in mercy plenteous.

    9    He will not chide continually,

              nor keep his anger still.

    10   With us he dealt not as we sinn’d,

              nor did requite our ill.

    11   For as the heaven in its height

              the earth surmounteth far;

         So great to those that do him fear

              his tender mercies are:

    12   As far as east is distant from

              the west, so far hath he

         From us removed, in his love,

              all our iniquity.

    13   Such pity as a father hath

              unto his children dear;

         Like pity shews the Lord to such

              as worship him in fear.

    14   For he remembers we are dust,

              and he our frame well knows.

    15   Frail man, his days are like the grass,

              as flow’r in field he grows:

    16   For over it the wind doth pass,

              and it away is gone;

         And of the place where once it was

              it shall no more be known.

    17   But unto them that do him fear

              God’s mercy never ends;

         And to their children’s children still

              his righteousness extends:

    18   To such as keep his covenant,

              and mindful are alway

         Of his most just commandements,

              that they may them obey.

    19   The Lord prepared hath his throne

              in heavens firm to stand;

         And ev’ry thing that being hath

              his kingdom doth command.

    20   O ye his angels, that excel

              in strength, bless ye the Lord;

         Ye who obey what he commands,

              and hearken to his word.

    21   O bless and magnify the Lord,

              ye glorious hosts of his;

         Ye ministers, that do fulfil

              whate’er his pleasure is.

    22   O bless the Lord, all ye his works,

              wherewith the world is stor’d

         In his dominions ev’ry where.

              My soul, bless thou the Lord.

  • Psalm 116

    1    I love the Lord, because my voice

              and prayers he did hear.

    2    I, while I live, will call on him,

              who bow’d to me his ear.

    3    Of death the cords and sorrows did

              about me compass round;

         The pains of hell took hold on me,

              I grief and trouble found.

    4    Upon the name of God the Lord

              then did I call, and say,

         Deliver thou my soul, O Lord,

              I do thee humbly pray.

    5    God merciful and righteous is,

              yea, gracious is our Lord.

    6    God saves the meek: I was brought low,

              he did me help afford.

    7    O thou my soul, do thou return

              unto thy quiet rest;

         For largely, lo, the Lord to thee

              his bounty hath exprest.

    8    For my distressed soul from death

              deliver’d was by thee:

         Thou didst my mourning eyes from tears,

              my feet from falling, free.

    9    I in the land of those that live

              will walk the Lord before.

    10   I did believe, therefore I spake:

              I was afflicted sore.

    11   I said, when I was in my haste,

              that all men liars be.

    12   What shall I render to the Lord

              for all his gifts to me?

    13   I’ll of salvation take the cup,

              on God’s name will I call:

    14   I’ll pay my vows now to the Lord

              before his people all.

    15   Dear in God’s sight is his saints’ death.

    16         Thy servant, Lord, am I;

         Thy servant sure, thine handmaid’s son:

              my bands thou didst untie.

    17   Thank-off ‘rings I to thee will give,

              and on God’s name will call.

    18   I’ll pay my vows now to the Lord

              before his people all;

    19   Within the courts of God’s own house,

              within the midst of thee,

         O city of Jerusalem.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 105

    1    Give thanks to God, call on his name;

              to men his deeds make known.

    2    Sing ye to him, sing psalms; proclaim

              his wondrous works each one.

    3    See that ye in his holy name

              to glory do accord;

         And let the heart of ev’ry one

              rejoice that seeks the Lord.

    4    The Lord Almighty, and his strength,

              with stedfast hearts seek ye:

         His blessed and his gracious face

              seek ye continually.

    5    Think on the works that he hath done,

              which admiration breed;

         His wonders, and the judgments all

              which from his mouth proceed;

    6    O ye that are of Abr’ham’s race,

              his servant well approv’n;

         And ye that Jacob’s children are,

              whom he chose for his own.

    7    Because he, and he only, is

              the mighty Lord our God;

         And his most righteous judgments are

              in all the earth abroad.

    8    His cov’nant he remember’d hath,

              that it may ever stand:

         To thousand generations

              the word he did command.

    9    Which covenant he firmly made

              with faithful Abraham,

         And unto Isaac, by his oath,

              he did renew the same:

    10   And unto Jacob, for a law,

              he made it firm and sure,

         A covenant to Israel,

              which ever should endure.

    11   He said, I’ll give Canaan’s land

              for heritage to you;

    12   While they were strangers there, and few,

              in number very few:

    13   While yet they went from land to land

              without a sure abode;

         And while through sundry kingdoms they

              did wander far abroad;

    14   Yet, notwithstanding suffer’d he

              no man to do them wrong:

         Yea, for their sakes, he did reprove

              kings, who were great and strong.

    15   Thus did he say, Touch ye not those

              that mine anointed be,

         Nor do the prophets any harm

              that do pertain to me.

    16   He call’d for famine on the land,

              he brake the staff of bread:

    17   But yet he sent a man before,

              by whom they should be fed;

         Ev’n Joseph, whom unnat’rally

              sell for a slave did they;

    18   Whose feet with fetters they did hurt,

              and he in irons lay;

    19   Until the time that his word came

              to give him liberty;

         The word and purpose of the Lord

              did him in prison try.

    20   Then sent the king, and did command

              that he enlarg’d should be:

         He that the people’s ruler was

              did send to set him free.

    21   A lord to rule his family

              he rais’d him, as most fit;

         To him of all that he possess’d

              he did the charge commit:

    22   That he might at his pleasure bind

              the princes of the land;

         And he might teach his senators

              wisdom to understand.

    23   The people then of Israel

              down into Egypt came;

         And Jacob also sojourned

              within the land of Ham.

    24   And he did greatly by his pow’r

              increase his people there;

         And stronger than their enemies

              they by his blessing were.

    25   Their heart he turned to envy

              his folk maliciously,

         With those that his own servants were

              to deal in subtilty.

    26   His servant Moses he did send,

              Aaron his chosen one.

    27   By these his signs and wonders great

              in Ham’s land were made known.

    28   Darkness he sent, and made it dark;

              his word they did obey.

    29    He turn’d their waters into blood,

              and he their fish did slay.

    30   The land in plenty brought forth frogs

              in chambers of their kings.

    31   His word all sorts of flies and lice

              in all their borders brings.

    32   He hail for rain, and flaming fire

              into their land he sent:

    33   And he their vines and fig-trees smote:

              trees of their coasts he rent.

    34   He spake, and caterpillars came,

              locusts did much abound;

    35   Which in their land all herbs consum’d,

              and all fruits of their ground.


    36   He smote all first-born in their land,

              chief of their strength each one.

    37   With gold and silver brought them forth,

              weak in their tribes were none.

    38   Egypt was glad when forth they went,

              their fear on them did light.

    39   He spread a cloud for covering,

              and fire to shine by night.

    40   They ask’d, and he brought quails: with bread

              of heav’n he filled them.

    41   He open’d rocks, floods gush’d, and ran

              in deserts like a stream.

    42   For on his holy promise he,

              and servant Abr’ham, thought.

    43   With joy his people, his elect

              with gladness, forth he brought.

    44   And unto them the pleasant lands

              he of the heathen gave;

         That of the people’s labour they

              inheritance might have.

    45   That they his statutes might observe

              according to his word;

         And that they might his laws obey.

              Give praise unto the Lord.

  • Psalm 150

    1    Praise ye the Lord. God’s praise within

              his sanctuary raise;

         And to him in the firmament

              of his pow’r give ye praise.

    2    Because of all his mighty acts,

              with praise him magnify:

         O praise him, as he doth excel

              in glorious majesty.

    3    Praise him with trumpet’s sound; his praise

              with psaltery advance:

    4    With timbrel, harp, string’d instruments,

              and organs, in the dance.

    5    Praise him on cymbals loud; him praise

              on cymbals sounding high.

    6    Let each thing breathing praise the Lord.

              Praise to the Lord give ye.

  • Psalm 102

    Second Version (L.M.)

    1    Lord, hear my pray’r, and let my cry

              Have speedy access unto thee;

    2    In day of my calamity

              O hide not thou thy face from me.

         Hear when I call to thee; that day

              An answer speedily return:

    3    My days, like smoke, consume away,

              And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.

    4    My heart is wounded very sore,

              And withered, like grass doth fade:

         I am forgetful grown therefore

              To take and eat my daily bread.

    5    By reason of my smart within,

              And voice of my most grievous groans,

         My flesh consumed is, my skin,

              All parch’d, doth cleave unto my bones.

    6    The pelican of wilderness,

              The owl in desert, I do match;

    7    And, sparrow-like, companionless,

              Upon the house’s top, I watch.

    8    I all day long am made a scorn,

              Reproach’d by my malicious foes:

         The madmen are against me sworn,

              The men against me that arose.

    9    For I have ashes eaten up,

              To me as if they had been bread;

         And with my drink I in my cup

              Of bitter tears a mixture made.

    10    Because thy wrath was not appeas’d,

              And dreadful indignation:

         Therefore it was that thou me rais’d,

              And thou again didst cast me down.



    11   My days are like a shade alway,
              Which doth declining swiftly pass;
         And I am withered away,
              Much like unto the fading grass.

    12   But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
              From change and all mutation free,
         And to all generations sure
              Shall thy remembrance ever be.

    13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet
              Thou to mount Sion shalt extend:
         Her time for favour which was set,
              Behold, is now come to an end.

    14   Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,
              Her very dust to them is dear.
    15   All heathen lands and kingly thrones
              On earth thy glorious name shall fear.

    16   God in his glory shall appear,
              When Sion he builds and repairs.
    17   He shall regard and lend his ear
              Unto the needy’s humble pray’rs:

         Th’ afflicted’s pray’r he will not scorn.
    18        All times this shall be on record:
         And generations yet unborn
              Shall praise and magnify the Lord.

    19   He from his holy place look’d down,
              The earth he view’d from heav’n on high;
    20   To hear the pris’ner’s mourning groan,
              And free them that are doom’d to die;

    21   That Sion, and Jerus’lem too,
              His name and praise may well record,
    22   When people and the kingdoms do         
    Assemble all to praise the Lord.

    23   My strength he weaken’d in the way,

              My days of life he shortened.

    24   My God, O take me not away

              In mid-time of my days, I said:

         Thy years throughout all ages last.

    25        Of old thou hast established

         The earth’s foundation firm and fast:

              Thy mighty hands the heav’ns have made.

    26   They perish shall, as garments do,

              But thou shalt evermore endure;

         As vestures, thou shalt change them so;

              And they shall all be changed sure:

    27   But from all changes thou art free;

              Thy endless years do last for aye.

    28   Thy servants, and their seed who be,

              Establish’d shall before thee stay.

    First Version (C.M.)

    1    O Lord, unto my pray’r give ear,

              my cry let come to thee;

    2    And in the day of my distress

              hide not thy face from me.

         Give ear to me; what time I call,

              to answer me make haste:

    3    For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,

              my days, like smoke, do waste.

    4    My heart within me smitten is,

              and it is withered

         Like very grass; so that I do

              forget to eat my bread.

    5    By reason of my groaning voice

              my bones cleave to my skin.

    6    Like pelican in wilderness

              forsaken I have been:

         I like an owl in desert am,

              that nightly there doth moan;

    7    I watch, and like a sparrow am

              on the house-top alone.

    8    My bitter en’mies all the day

              reproaches cast on me;

         And, being mad at me, with rage

              against me sworn they be.

    9    For why? I ashes eaten have

              like bread, in sorrows deep;

         My drink I also mingled have

              with tears that I did weep.

    10   Thy wrath and indignation

              did cause this grief and pain;

         For thou hast lift me up on high,

              and cast me down again.

    11   My days are like unto a shade,
              which doth declining pass;
         And I am dry’d and withered,
              ev’n like unto the grass.

    12   But thou, Lord, everlasting art,
              and thy remembrance shall
         Continually endure, and be
              to generations all.

    13   Thou shalt arise, and mercy have
              upon thy Sion yet;
         The time to favour her is come,
              the time that thou hast set.

    14   For in her rubbish and her stones
              thy servants pleasure take;
         Yea, they the very dust thereof
              do favour for her sake.

    15   So shall the heathen people fear
              the Lord’s most holy name;
         And all the kings on earth shall dread
              thy glory and thy fame.

    16   When Sion by the mighty Lord
              built up again shall be,
         In glory then and majesty
              to men appear shall he.

    17   The prayer of the destitute
              he surely will regard;
         Their prayer will he not despise,
              by him it shall be heard.

    18   For generations yet to come
              this shall be on record:
         So shall the people that shall be
              created praise the Lord.

    19   He from his sanctuary’s height
              hath downward cast his eye;
         And from his glorious throne in heav’n
              the Lord the earth did spy;

    20   That of the mournful prisoner
              the groanings he might hear,
         To set them free that unto death
              by men appointed are:

    21   That they in Sion may declare
              the Lord’s most holy name,
         And publish in Jerusalem
              the praises of the same;

    22   When as the people gather shall
              in troops with one accord,
         When kingdoms shall assembled be
              to serve the highest Lord.

    23   My wonted strength and force he hath

              abated in the way,

         And he my days hath shortened:

    24         Thus therefore did I say,

         My God, in mid-time of my days

              take thou me not away:

         From age to age eternally

              thy years endure and stay.

    25   The firm foundation of the earth

              of old time thou hast laid;

         The heavens also are the work

              which thine own hands have made.

    26   Thou shalt for evermore endure,

              but they shall perish all;

         Yea, ev’ry one of them wax old,

              like to a garment, shall:

         Thou, as a vesture, shalt them change,

              and they shall changed be:

    27   But thou the same art, and thy years

              are to eternity.

    28   The children of thy servants shall

              continually endure;

         And in thy sight, O Lord, their seed

              shall be establish’d sure.

  • Psalm 147

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    1    Praise ye the Lord; for it is good
              praise to our God to sing:
         For it is pleasant, and to praise
              it is a comely thing.

    2    God doth build up Jerusalem;
              and he it is alone
         That the dispers’d of Israel
              doth gather into one.

    3    Those that are broken in their heart,
              and grieved in their minds,
         He healeth, and their painful wounds
              he tenderly up-binds.

    4    He counts the number of the stars;
              he names them ev’ry one.
    5    Great is our Lord, and of great pow’r;
              his wisdom search can none.

    6    The Lord lifts up the meek; and casts
              the wicked to the ground.
    7    Sing to the Lord, and give him thanks;
              on harp his praises sound;

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    8    Who covereth the heav’n with clouds,

              who for the earth below

         Prepareth rain, who maketh grass

              upon the mountains grow.

    9    He gives the beast his food, he feeds

              the ravens young that cry.

    10   His pleasure not in horses’ strength,

              nor in man’s legs, doth lie.

    11   But in all those that do him fear

              the Lord doth pleasure take;

         In those that to his mercy do

              by hope themselves betake.

    12   The Lord praise, O Jerusalem;

              Sion, thy God confess:

    13   For thy gates’ bars he maketh strong;

              thy sons in thee doth bless.

    14   He in thy borders maketh peace;

              with fine wheat filleth thee.

    15   He sends forth his command on earth,

              his word runs speedily.

    16   Hoar-frost, like ashes, scatt’reth he;

              like wool he snow doth give:

    17   Like morsels casteth forth his ice;

              who in its cold can live?

    18   He sendeth forth his mighty word,

              and melteth them again;

         His wind he makes to blow, and then

              the waters flow amain.

    19   The doctrine of his holy word

              to Jacob he doth show;

         His statutes and his judgments he

              gives Israel to know.

    20   To any nation never he

              such favour did afford;

         For they his judgments have not known.

              O do ye praise the Lord.

  • Psalm 144

    1    O blessed ever be the Lord,

              who is my strength and might,

         Who doth instruct my hands to war,

              my fingers teach to fight.

    2    My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r,

              deliverer, and shield,

         In whom I trust: who under me

              my people makes to yield.

    3    Lord, what is man, that thou of him

              dost so much knowledge take?

         Or son of man, that thou of him

              so great account dost make?

    4    Man is like vanity; his days,

              as shadows, pass away.

    5    Lord, bow thy heav’ns, come down,

              touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.

    6    Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;

              thine arrows shoot, them rout.

    7    Thine hand send from above, me save;

              from great depths draw me out;

         And from the hand of children strange,

    8         Whose mouth speaks vanity;

         And their right hand is a right hand

              that works deceitfully.

    9    A new song I to thee will sing,

              Lord, on a psaltery;

         I on a ten-string’d instrument

              will praises sing to thee.

    10   Ev’n he it is that unto kings

              salvation doth send;

         Who his own servant David doth

              from hurtful sword defend.

    11   O free me from strange children’s hand,

              whose mouth speaks vanity;

         And their right hand a right hand is

              that works deceitfully.

    12   That, as the plants, our sons may be

              in youth grown up that are;

         Our daughters like to corner-stones,

              carv’d like a palace fair.

    13   That to afford all kind of store

              our garners may be fill’d;

         That our sheep thousands, in our streets

              ten thousands they may yield.

    14    That strong our oxen be for work,

              that no in-breaking be,

         Nor going out; and that our streets

              may from complaints be free.

    15   Those people blessed are who be

              in such a case as this;

         Yea, blessed all those people are,

              whose God Jehovah is.

  • Psalm 149

    1    Praise ye the Lord: unto him sing
    a new song, and his praise
         In the assembly of his saints
              in sweet psalms do ye raise.

    2    Let Isr’el in his Maker joy,
              and to him praises sing:
         Let all that Sion’s children are
              be joyful in their King.

    3    O let them unto his great name
              give praises in the dance;
         Let them with timbrel and with harp
              in songs his praise advance.

    4    For God doth pleasure take in those
              that his own people be;
         And he with his salvation
              the meek will beautify.

    5    And in his glory excellent
              let all his saints rejoice:
         Let them to him upon their beds
              aloud lift up their voice.

    6    Let in their mouth aloft be rais’d
              the high praise of the Lord,
         And let them have in their right hand
              a sharp two-edged sword;

    7    To execute the vengeance due
              upon the heathen all,
         And make deserved punishment
              upon the people fall.

    8    And ev’n with chains, as pris’ners, bind
              their kings that them command;
         Yea, and with iron fetters strong,
              the nobles of their land.

    9    On them the judgment to perform
              found written in his word:
         This honour is to all his saints.
              O do ye praise the Lord.

  • Psalm 141

    1    O Lord, I unto thee do cry,

              do thou make haste to me,

         And give an ear unto my voice,

              when I cry unto thee.

    2    As incense let my prayer be

              directed in thine eyes;

         And the uplifting of my hands

              as th’ ev ‘ning sacrifice.

    3    Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,

              keep of my lips the door.

    4    My heart incline thou not unto

              the ills I should abhor,

         To practise wicked works with men

              that work iniquity;

         And with their delicates my taste

              let me not satisfy.

    5    Let him that righteous is me smite,

              it shall a kindness be;

         Let him reprove, I shall it count

              a precious oil to me:

         Such smiting shall not break my head;

              for yet the time shall fall,

         When I in their calamities

              to God pray for them shall.

    6    When as their judges down shall be

              in stony places cast,

         Then shall they hear my words; for they

              shall sweet be to their taste.

    7    About the grave’s devouring mouth

              our bones are scatter’d round,

         As wood which men do cut and cleave

              lies scatter’d on the ground.

    8    But unto thee, O God the Lord,

              mine eyes uplifted be:

         My soul do not leave destitute;

              my trust is set on thee.

    9    Lord, keep me safely from the snares

              which they for me prepare;

         And from the subtile gins of them

              that wicked workers are.

    10   Let workers of iniquity

              into their own nets fall,

         Whilst I do, by thine help, escape

              the danger of them all.