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1 Praise the Lord, my Rock, who trains me for war, who trains me for battle.
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Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2 He protects me like a strong, walled city, and he loves me. He is my defender and my Savior, my shield and my protection. He helps me keep my people under control.
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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 Lord, why are people important to you? Why do you even think about human beings?
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O Lord, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him?
4 People are like a breath; their lives are like passing shadows.
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Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Lord, tear open the sky and come down. Touch the mountains so they will smoke.
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Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down! Touch the mountains so that they smoke!
6 Send the lightning and scatter my enemies. Shoot your arrows and force them away.
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Flash forth the lightning and scatter them; send out your arrows and rout them!
7 Reach down from above. Save me and rescue me out of this sea of enemies, from these foreigners.
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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 They are liars; they are dishonest.
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whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you; I will play to you on the ten-stringed harp.
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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 You give victory to kings. You save your servant David from cruel swords.
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who gives victory to kings, who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword.
11 Save me, rescue me from these foreigners. They are liars; they are dishonest.
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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 Let our sons in their youth grow like plants. Let our daughters be like the decorated stones in the Temple.
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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 Let our barns be filled with crops of all kinds. Let our sheep in the fields have thousands and tens of thousands of lambs.
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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 Let our cattle be strong. Let no one break in. Let there be no war, no screams 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 Happy are those who are like this; happy are the people whose God is the Lord. A psalm of praise. Of David.
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Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall! Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!