144 Blessed
be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers
to fight: 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. 3 LORD,
what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that
thou makest account of him! 4 Man
is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away. 5 Bow
thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall
smoke. 6 Cast
forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy
them. 7 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 is a right hand of falsehood. 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. 10 It
is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant
from the hurtful sword. 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: 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: 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: 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. 15 Happy
is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose
God is the LORD.