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Psalms 143

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 144

1

A Psalm of David.

Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight:

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My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdueth my people under me.

3

Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

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Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

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Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

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Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

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Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;

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Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

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I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

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Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

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Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12

When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

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When our garners are full, affording all manner of store, And our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

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When our oxen are well laden; When there is no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:

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Happy is the people that is in such a case; Yea, happy is the people whose God is Jehovah.

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