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1Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle and my fingers for warfare,
2he is my gracious love and my fortress, my strong tower and my deliverer, my shield and the one in whom I find refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
3LORD, what are human beings, that you should care about them, or mortal man, that you should think about him?
4The human person is a mere empty breath; his days are like a fading shadow.
5Bow your heavens, LORD, and descend; touch the mountains, and they will smolder.
6Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy, shoot your arrows and confuse them.
7Reach down your hand from your high place; rescue me and deliver me from mighty waters, from the control of foreigners.
8Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand deceives,
9God, I will sing a new song to you. On a harp of ten strings I will play to you—
10to you who gives victory to kings, rescuing his servant David from cruel swords.
11Rescue me and deliver me from the control of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand deceives.
12May our sons in their youth be like full-grown plants, and our daughters like pillars destined to decorate a palace.
13May our granaries be filled, storing produce in abundance; may our sheep bring forth thousands, even tens of thousands in our fields.
14May our cattle grow heavy with young, with no damage or loss. May there be no cry of anguish in our streets!
15Happy are the people to whom these things come; happy are the people whose God is the LORD.