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1 For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us the work You did in their days, in the days of old. 2 With Your hand You drove out the nations and planted our fathers there; You crushed the peoples and cast them out. 3 For it was not by their sword that they took the land; their arm did not bring them victory. It was by Your right hand, Your arm, and the light of Your face, because You favored them. 4 You are my King, O God, who ordains victories for Jacob. 5 Through You we repel our foes; through Your name we trample our enemies. 6 For I do not trust in my bow, nor does my sword save me. 7 For You save us from our enemies; You put those who hate us to shame. Psalms 44:1-7, Berean Standard Bible. Public domain.
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