43 lines
1.7 KiB
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43 lines
1.7 KiB
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# Chapter 144
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1 Praise the Lord, who is my rock.
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He trains my hands for war
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and gives my fingers skill for battle.
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2 He is my loving ally and my fortress,
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my tower of safety, my rescuer.
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He is my shield, and I take refuge in him.
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He makes the nations submit to me.
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3 O Lord, what are human beings that you should notice them,
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mere mortals that you should think about them?
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4 For they are like a breath of air;
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their days are like a passing shadow.
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5 Open the heavens, Lord, and come down.
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Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.
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6 Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies!
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Shoot your arrows and confuse them!
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7 Reach down from heaven and rescue me;
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rescue me from deep waters,
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from the power of my enemies.
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8 Their mouths are full of lies;
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they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
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9 I will sing a new song to you, O God!
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I will sing your praises with a ten-stringed harp.
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10 For you grant victory to kings!
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You rescued your servant David from the fatal sword.
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11 Save me!
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Rescue me from the power of my enemies.
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Their mouths are full of lies;
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they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
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12 May our sons flourish in their youth
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like well-nurtured plants.
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May our daughters be like graceful pillars,
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carved to beautify a palace.
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13 May our barns be filled
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with crops of every kind.
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May the flocks in our fields multiply by the thousands,
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even tens of thousands,
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14 and may our oxen be loaded down with produce.
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May there be no enemy breaking through our walls,
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no going into captivity,
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no cries of alarm in our town squares.
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15 Yes, joyful are those who live like this!
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Joyful indeed are those whose God is the Lord. |