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PSA 144:1–144:15 ©

The Book of Psalms 144

A psalm of David.

144Of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock,

who trains my hands for war

and my fingers for battle.

2You are my steadfast love and my fortress,

my high tower and the one who rescues me,

my shield and the one in whom I take refuge,

the one who subdues nations under me.

3Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him,

the son of man that you think about him?

4Man is like a breath;

his days are like a passing shadow.

5Yahweh, cause your sky to spread wide and come down;

touch the mountains and make them smoke.

6Shoot lightning and scatter them;

send your bolts and disturb them.

7Reach out your hand from above,

deliver me and rescue me out of many waters,

from the hand of sons of foreigners.

8For their mouths speak lies,

and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

9I will sing a new song to you, God;

on a lute of ten strings I will play for you,

10who gives salvation to kings,

who rescues David your servant from an evil sword.

11Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of sons of foreigners.

For their mouths speak lies,

and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12May our sons be like plants who grow large in their youth

and our daughters like carved corner pillars, resembling a palace.

13May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce,

and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

14May our oxen have many young.

No one will break through, no one will go out,

and no one will cry in our streets.

15Blessed is the people for whom this is so;

blessed is the people for whom Yahweh is his God.

PSA 144:1–144:15 ©

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