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To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what deeds thou didst perform in their days, in the days of old:
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thou with thy own hand didst drive out the nations, but them thou didst plant; thou didst afflict the peoples, but them thou didst set free;
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for not by their own sword did they win the land, nor did their own arm give them victory; but thy right hand, and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance; for thou didst delight in them.
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Thou art my King and my God, who ordainest victories for Jacob.
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Through thee we push down our foes; through thy name we tread down our assailants.
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For not in my bow do I trust, nor can my sword save me.
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But thou hast saved us from our foes, and hast put to confusion those who hate us.
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In God we have boasted continually, and we will give thanks to thy name for ever. [Selah]
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Yet thou hast cast us off and abased us, and hast not gone out with our armies.