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[1]A Psalm of David. Blessed be 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
[2]My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.
[3]𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
[4]Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
[5]O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
[6]Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
[7]Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
[8]Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
[9]O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
[10]Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
[11]Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
[12]We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;
[13]Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
[14]Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
[15]Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇.
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