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The Message Bible MSG
1 Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
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Blessed be God, my mountain, who trains me to fight fair and well.
2 he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
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He's the bedrock on which I stand, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight, The high crag where I run for dear life, while he lays my enemies low.
3 O LORD, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him?
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I wonder why you care, God - why do you bother with us at all?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
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All we are is a puff of air; we're like shadows in a campfire.
5 Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down! Touch the mountains so that they smoke!
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Step down out of heaven, God; ignite volcanoes in the hearts of the mountains.
6 Flash forth the lightning and scatter them; send out your arrows and rout them!
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Hurl your lightnings in every direction; shoot your arrows this way and that.
7 Stretch out your hand from on high; rescue me and deliver me from the many waters, from the hand of foreigners,
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Reach all the way from sky to sea: pull me out of the ocean of hate, out of the grip of those barbarians
8 whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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Who lie through their teeth, who shake your hand then knife you in the back.
9 I will sing a new song to you, O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
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O God, let me sing a new song to you, let me play it on a twelve-string guitar -
10 who gives victory to kings, who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword.
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A song to the God who saved the king, the God who rescued David, his servant.
11 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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Rescue me from the enemy sword, release me from the grip of those barbarians Who lie through their teeth, who shake your hand then knife you in the back.
12 May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace;
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Make our sons in their prime like sturdy oak trees, Our daughters as shapely and bright as fields of wildflowers.
13 may our granaries be full, providing all kinds of produce; may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
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Fill our barns with great harvest, fill our fields with huge flocks;
14 may our cattle be heavy with young, suffering no mishap or failure in bearing; may there be no cry of distress in our streets!
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Protect us from invasion and exile - eliminate the crime in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall! Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!
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How blessed the people who have all this! How blessed the people who have God for God!
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Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved.