New Living Translation NLT
The Message Bible MSG
1 Praise the LORD, who is my rock. He trains my hands for war and gives my fingers skill for battle.
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Blessed be God, my mountain, who trains me to fight fair and well.
2 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.
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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 are human beings that you should notice them, mere mortals that you should think about them?
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I wonder why you care, God - why do you bother with us at all?
4 For they are like a breath of air; their 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 Open the heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.
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Step down out of heaven, God; ignite volcanoes in the hearts of the mountains.
6 Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies! Shoot your arrows and confuse them!
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Hurl your lightnings in every direction; shoot your arrows this way and that.
7 Reach down from heaven and rescue me; rescue me from deep waters, from the power of my enemies.
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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 Their mouths are full of lies; they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
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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! I will sing your praises with a ten-stringed harp.
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O God, let me sing a new song to you, let me play it on a twelve-string guitar -
10 For you grant victory to kings! You rescued your servant David from the fatal sword.
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A song to the God who saved the king, the God who rescued David, his servant.
11 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.
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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 flourish in their youth like well-nurtured plants. May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify 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 barns be filled with crops of every kind. May the flocks in our fields multiply by the thousands, even tens of thousands,
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Fill our barns with great harvest, fill our fields with huge flocks;
14 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.
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Protect us from invasion and exile - eliminate the crime in our streets.
15 Yes, joyful are those who live like this! Joyful indeed are those 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!