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