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PS 144:1 Blessed be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
PS 144:2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
PS 144:3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
PS 144:4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
PS 144:5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
PS 144:6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
PS 144:7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
PS 144:8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
PS 144:9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
PS 144:10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
PS 144:11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
PS 144:12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
PS 144:13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
PS 144:14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
PS 144:15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
