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