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| 144:1 | Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight: |
| 144:2 | My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. |
| 144:3 | LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him! |
| 144:4 | Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away. |
| 144:5 | Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. |
| 144:6 | Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them. |
| 144:7 | Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children; |
| 144:8 | Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
| 144:9 | I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee. |
| 144:10 | It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword. |
| 144:11 | Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood: |
| 144:12 | That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace: |
| 144:13 | That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: |
| 144:14 | That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets. |
| 144:15 | Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD. |
| 144:1 | A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell. |
| 144:2 | He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me. |
| 144:3 | Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him! |
| 144:4 | Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth. |
| 144:5 | Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke. |
| 144:6 | Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them. |
| 144:7 | Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers, |
| 144:8 | Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
| 144:9 | I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings. |
| 144:10 | It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde. |
| 144:11 | Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood: |
| 144:12 | That 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: |
| 144:13 | That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes: |
| 144:14 | That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes. |
| 144:15 | Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord. |
| 144:1 | Of Dauid. Blessed be the Lord my strengthe, which teacheth my handes to warre, & my fyngers to fyght. |
| 144:2 | My hope and my fortresse, my castell, and delyuerer, my defender in whom I trust, whych subdueth my people that is vnder me. |
| 144:3 | Lorde, what is man, that thou hast soch respect vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest hym? |
| 144:4 | Man is lyke a thynge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye lyke a shadowe. |
| 144:5 | Bowe thy heauens, O Lorde, & come downe, touche the mountaynes, & they shall smoke. |
| 144:6 | Caste forth the lyghtynynge, & teare them, shote out thyne arowes, and consume them. |
| 144:7 | Sende downe thyne hande from aboue, delyuer me, & take me out of the great waters, from the hande of straunge chyldren, |
| 144:8 | Whose mouth talketh of vanyte, & theyr ryght hande is a ryght hande of wyckednes. |
| 144:9 | I wyll synge a newe songe vnto the, O God, & synge prayses vnto the vpon a tenstrynged lute. |
| 144:10 | Thou that geuest victory vnto kinges, and hast delyuered Dauid thy seruaunt from the parell of the swerde. |
| 144:11 | Saue me, and delyuer me from the hande of straunge chyldren, whose mouth talketh of vanite, and theyr ryght hande is a ryght hande of iniquite. |
| 144:12 | That oure sonnes maye growe vp as the yonge plantes, & that oure daughters maye be as the polyshed corners of the temple. |
| 144:13 | That oure garners may be full and plenteous with all maner of stoare: that once shepe maye brynge forth thousandes, and ten thousandes in oure stretes. |
| 144:14 | That oure oxen maye be stronge to laboure, that there be no decaye, no ledynge into captyuitie, & no complayninge in oure stretes. |
| 144:15 | Happye are the people that be in soche a case: yee blessed are the people, whych haue the Lorde for their God. |
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