42 lines
1.6 KiB
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42 lines
1.6 KiB
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# Chapter 144
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1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
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who trains my hands for war,
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and my fingers for battle;
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2 he is my steadfast love and my fortress,
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my stronghold and my deliverer,
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my shield and he in whom I take refuge,
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who subdues peoples under me.
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3 O Lord, what is man that you regard him,
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or the son of man that you think of him?
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4 Man is like a breath;
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his days are like a passing shadow.
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5 Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down!
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Touch the mountains so that they smoke!
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6 Flash forth the lightning and scatter them;
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send out your arrows and rout them!
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7 Stretch out your hand from on high;
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rescue me and deliver me from the many waters,
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from the hand of foreigners,
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8 whose mouths speak lies
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and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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9 I will sing a new song to you, O God;
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upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
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10 who gives victory to kings,
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who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword.
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11 Rescue me and deliver me
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from the hand of foreigners,
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whose mouths speak lies
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and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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12 May our sons in their youth
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be like plants full grown,
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our daughters like corner pillars
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cut for the structure of a palace;
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13 may our granaries be full,
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providing all kinds of produce;
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may our sheep bring forth thousands
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and ten thousands in our fields;
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14 may our cattle be heavy with young,
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suffering no mishap or failure in bearing;
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may there be no cry of distress in our streets!
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15 Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
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Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord! |