Psalms 144
144
1A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell. 2He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me. 3Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him! 4Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth. 5Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke. 6Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them. 7Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers, 8Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood. 9I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings. 10It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde. 11Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood: 12That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace: 13That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes: 14That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes. 15Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
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