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[1]By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
[2]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]Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
[4]Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
[5]Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
[6]Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
[7]Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
[8]Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
[9]O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
[10]Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
[11]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]Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
[13]Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
[14]Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
[15]O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
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