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1 Of David. Blessed be YHWH, my Rock, the One training my hands for war, my fingers for battle— 2 my steadfast One and my fortress, my tower and my deliverer—for me; my shield in whom I take refuge, the One subduing the peoples under me. 3 O YHWH, what is man that You take knowledge of him, the son of man that You think of him? 4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a shadow passing by. 5 O YHWH, bend Your heavens and come down! Touch the mountains, that they may smoke! 6 Flash lightning and scatter them; send forth Your arrows and rout them! 7 Stretch out Your hand from on high; release me and deliver me from the great waters, from the hand of sons of a foreigner, 8 whose mouth has spoken emptiness, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood. 9 O God, let me sing a new song to You; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You— 10 the One giving salvation to kings, the One releasing David His servant from the sword of evil. 11 May You release me and snatch me from the hand of the sons of a foreigner, whose mouth speaks emptiness, and their right hand is a right hand of deception. 12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars, carved for the pattern of the palace. 13 Our granaries full, bringing out from kind to kind, our flocks producing thousands, being myriads in our fields, Psalms 144:1-13, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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