Douay-Rheims Catholic Bible RHE
New Living Translation NLT
1 (143-1) Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.
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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 (143-2) My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.
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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 (143-3) Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
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O LORD, what are human beings that you should notice them, mere mortals that you should think about them?
4 (143-4) Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
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For they are like a breath of air; their days are like a passing shadow.
5 (143-5) Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
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Open the heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.
6 (143-6) Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
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Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies! Shoot your arrows and confuse them!
7 (143-7) Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:
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Reach down from heaven and rescue me; rescue me from deep waters, from the power of my enemies.
8 (143-8) Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
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Their mouths are full of lies; they swear to tell the truth, but they lie instead.
9 (143-9) To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
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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 (143-10) Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:
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For you grant victory to kings! You rescued your servant David from the fatal sword.
11 (143-11) Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:
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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 (143-12) Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:
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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 (143-13) Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:
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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 (143-14) Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their 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 (143-15) They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.
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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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