New Living Translation NLT
Young's Literal Translation YLT
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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By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
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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My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 O LORD, what are human beings that you should notice them, mere mortals that you should think about them?
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Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 For they are like a breath of air; their days are like a passing shadow.
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Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Open the heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.
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Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies! Shoot your arrows and confuse them!
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Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
7 Reach down from heaven and rescue me; rescue me from deep waters, from the power of my enemies.
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Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 Their mouths are full of lies; they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
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Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
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, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 For you grant victory to kings! You rescued your servant David from the fatal sword.
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Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
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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Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
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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Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
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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Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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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Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Yes, joyful are those who live like this! Joyful indeed are those whose God is the LORD .
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O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
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