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Chapter 144
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1 Of David. 2 Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;
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My safe guard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, My shield, in whom I trust, who subdues peoples under me.
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3 LORD, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?
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4 They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
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5 LORD, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
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Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.
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Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from the many waters; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.
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6 Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.
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O God, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed lyre I will play for you.
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You give victory to kings; you delivered David your servant. From the menacing sword
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deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes. Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.
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May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, Our daughters, like carved columns, shapely as those of the temple.
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May our barns be full with every kind of store. May our sheep increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields; may our oxen be well fattened.
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May there be no breach in the walls, no exile, no outcry in our streets.
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Happy the people so blessed; happy the people whose God is the LORD.