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PsaltarenKapitel 144

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Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
He is my faithful God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
LORD, what is man, that you take note of him, the son of man, that you think of him?
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
LORD, bend your heavens and come down; touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them; send out your arrows and rout them.
Reach down your hands from on high; rescue me and deliver me from the mighty waters, from the hand of foreigners,
whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
O God, I will sing a new song to you; on a ten-stringed harp I will make music to you,
to the one who gives victory to kings, who rescues David his servant from the deadly sword.
Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Then our sons will be like plants full grown in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved for the structure of a palace;
our barns will be filled, supplying every kind of produce; our flocks will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields;
our cattle will be heavy with young, with no breach in the walls, no going out into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.
Blessed are the people for whom it is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
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