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The Book of Psalms

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- Kapitel 144 -

Blessed be the Lord, my rock

1
A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
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He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
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Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
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Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
5
Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
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Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
7
Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
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Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9
I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
10
It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
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Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
12
That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
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That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
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That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
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Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.

Blessed be the Lord, my rock

1
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle
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my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3
LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
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Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
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Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
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Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
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Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
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whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
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You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
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Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
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Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
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Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
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Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.