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A Psalm of David.
1 O let Jehovah blessed be who is my rock of might, who doth instruct my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. 2 My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r, and that doth set me free: my shield, my trust, which doth subdue my people under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou knowledge of him doth take? what is the son of man, that thou account of him dost make? 4 Man’s like to vanity: his days pass like a shade away. 5 Lord, bow the heav’ns, come down and touch the mounts and smoke shall they.
6 Lightning cast forth, and scatter them: thine arrows shoot, them rout. 7 Thine hand O send thou from above, do thou redeem me out; and rid me from the waters great: from hand of stranger’s brood: 8 Whose mouth speaks lies, their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, new songs I’ll sing to thee: upon the psaltery, and on ten stringed instrument to thee sing praise will I. 10 It’s he that giveth unto kings safety victorious: his servant David he doth save from sword pernicious.
11 Rid me from hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity: and their right hand a right hand is of lying falsity: 12 That like as plants which are grown up in youth may be our sons; our daughters’ palace like may be polish’d as corner stones:
13 Our garners full, affording store of every sort of meats; our cattle bringing thousands forth, ten thousands in our streets: 14 Strong let our oxen be to work, that breaking in none be nor going out: that so our streets may from complaints be free.
15 O blessed shall the people be whose state is such as this: O blessed shall the people be, whose God Jehovah is.