Psalm 144:1-Psalm 145:1 - A King's Prayer
1 Davidic.
who trains my hands for battle
and my fingers for warfare.
my stronghold and my deliverer.
He is my shield,
He subdues my people
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the son of man, that You think of him?
his days are like a passing shadow.
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Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
shoot Your arrows and rout them.
rescue me from deep water, and set me free
from the grasp of foreigners
whose right hands are deceptive.
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I will play on a ten-stringed harp for You
who frees His servant David
from the deadly sword.
from the grasp of foreigners
whose mouths speak lies,
whose right hands are deceptive.
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nurtured in their youth,
our daughters, like corner pillars
that are carved in the palace style.
supplying all kinds of produce;
our flocks will increase by thousands
and tens of thousands in our open fields.
There will be no breach in the walls,
no going into captivity,
and no cry of lament in our public squares.
Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.
1 A Davidic hymn.
and praise Your name forever and ever.