The Message Bible MSG
New Living Translation NLT
1 Blessed be God, my mountain, who trains me to fight fair and well.
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Praise the LORD, who is my rock. He trains my hands for war and gives my fingers skill 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 loving ally and my fortress, my tower of safety, my rescuer. He is my shield, and I take refuge in him. He makes the nations submit to me.
3 I wonder why you care, God - why do you bother with us at all?
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O LORD, what are human beings that you should notice them, mere mortals that you should think about them?
4 All we are is a puff of air; we're like shadows in a campfire.
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For they are like a breath of air; their 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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Open the heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.
6 Hurl your lightnings in every direction; shoot your arrows this way and that.
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Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies! Shoot your arrows and confuse 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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Reach down from heaven and rescue me; rescue me from deep waters, from the power of my enemies.
8 Who lie through their teeth, who shake your hand then knife you in the back.
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Their mouths are full of lies; they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
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! I will sing your praises with a ten-stringed harp.
10 A song to the God who saved the king, the God who rescued David, his servant.
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For you grant victory to kings! You rescued your servant David from the fatal 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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Save me! Rescue me from the power of my enemies. Their mouths are full of lies; they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
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 flourish in their youth like well-nurtured plants. May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.
13 Fill our barns with great harvest, fill our fields with huge flocks;
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May our barns be filled with crops of every kind. May the flocks in our fields multiply by the thousands, even tens of thousands,
14 Protect us from invasion and exile - eliminate the crime in our streets.
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and may our oxen be loaded down with produce. May there be no enemy breaking through our walls, no going into captivity, no cries of alarm in our town squares.
15 How blessed the people who have all this! How blessed the people who have God for God!
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Yes, joyful are those who live like this! Joyful indeed are those whose God is the LORD .
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