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- Chapter 144 -

Blessed be the Lord, my rock

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A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
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You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
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Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
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Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
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Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
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Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
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Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
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Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
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I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
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who gives salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
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Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
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May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.
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May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
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Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
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Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
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Blessed be the Lord, my rock

1
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
2
my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3
LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
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Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
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Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
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Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
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Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
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whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
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You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
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Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
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Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
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Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
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Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.
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