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Psalm 144

¹Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

²my rock and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues the peoples under me.

³O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them, or mortals that you think of them?

⁴They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.

⁵Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down; touch the mountains so that they smoke.

⁶Make the lightning flash and scatter them; send out your arrows and rout them.

⁷Stretch out your hand from on high; set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hand of aliens,

⁸whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hands are false.

⁹I will sing a new song to you, O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,

¹⁰the one who gives victory to kings, who rescues his servant David.

¹¹Rescue me from the cruel sword, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hands are false.

¹²May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars, cut for the building of a palace.

¹³May our barns be filled, with produce of every kind; may our sheep increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields,

¹⁴and may our cattle be heavy with young. May there be no breach in the walls, no exile, and no cry of distress in our streets.

¹⁵Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall; happy are the people whose God is the Lord.