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My Rock Who Trains My Hands for War

Psalm 144

A Psalm of David

1
Blessed be the Lord my Rock,
         Who trains my hands for war, 
2My lovingkindness and my fortress,
         My high tower and my deliverer,
         My shield and the one  in whom I take refuge,
         Who subdues my people under me.

         
 3 Lord, what is man, that You take knowledge of him?
         Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?
 4 Man is like a breath;
         His days are like a passing shadow.
         
 5 Bow down Your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
         Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
 6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
         Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.
 7 Stretch out Your hand from above;
         Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, and  my fingers for battle--

 

         From the hand of foreigners,
 8 Whose mouth speaks lying words,
         And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
         
 9 I will sing a new song to You, O God;
         On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
 10 The one who gives salvation to kings,
         Who delivers David His servant
         From the deadly sword.
         
 11 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners,

         Whose mouth speaks lying words,
         And whose 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 pillars,
         Sculptured in palace style;
 13 That our barns may be full,
         Supplying all kinds of produce;
         That our sheep may bring forth thousands
         And ten thousands in our fields;
 14 That our oxen may be well laden;
         That there be no breaking in or going out;
         That there be no outcry in our streets.
 15 Happy are the people who are in such a state;
 Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!


Palm 144

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Chapter 7:  The Stone the Builders Rejected




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