| Chapter 143 |
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Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war. --
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My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me. --
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Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him? --
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Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow. --
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Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke. --
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Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them. --
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Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children: --
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Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity. --
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To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee. --
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Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword: --
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Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity: --
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Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple: --
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Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth: --
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their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets. --
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They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord. --
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