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| 144:1 | [A Psalme of Dauid.] Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to warre, and my fingers to fight. |
| 144:2 | My goodnes and my fortresse, my high tower and my deliuerer, my shield, and he in whome I trust: who subdueth my people vnder me. |
| 144:3 | Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the sonne of man, that thou makest account of him? |
| 144:4 | Man is like to vanity: his dayes are as a shadow that passeth away. |
| 144:5 | Bow thy heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines, and they shall smoke. |
| 144:6 | Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and destroy them. |
| 144:7 | Send thine hand from aboue, rid me, and deliuer me out of great waters: from the hand of strange children, |
| 144:8 | Whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood. |
| 144:9 | I will sing a new song vnto thee, O God: vpon a psalterie, and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises vnto thee. |
| 144:10 | It is he that giueth saluation vnto kings: who deliuereth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sword. |
| 144:11 | Rid me, and deliuer me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood. |
| 144:12 | That our sonnes may be as plants growen vp in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace: |
| 144:13 | That our garners may bee full, affoording all maner of store; that our sheepe may bring forth thousands, and tenne thousands in our streetes. |
| 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 streetes. |
| 144:15 | Happy is that people that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord. |
| 144:1 | Blessed be God my rocke: who teacheth my handes to warre, and my fingers to fyght |
| 144:2 | My holynesse and my fortresse, my refuge, and my only deliuerer: my buckler, in hym I haue put my trust, who subdueth my people vnder me |
| 144:3 | O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym |
| 144:4 | Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away |
| 144:5 | Bowe thy heauens O God and come downe: touche the mountaynes and they shall smoke |
| 144:6 | Cast out terrible lightninges and feare them: shoote out thyne arrowes and consume them |
| 144:7 | Sende downe thine hand from aboue: deliuer me and take me out of the great waters, from the hande of the children of an other deuotion then I am |
| 144:8 | Whose mouth vttereth vanitie: and their ryght hande is a ryght hande of falshood |
| 144:9 | O Lorde I wyll syng a newe song vnto thee: and I wyll syng psalmes vnto thee vpon a Lute, and vpon an instrument of ten strynges |
| 144:10 | Who geueth victorie vnto kynges: who redeemeth Dauid his seruaunt from peryll of the sworde |
| 144:11 | Redeeme me and deliuer me from the hande of the children of an other deuotion then I am: whose mouth vttereth vanitie, and their ryght hande is a ryght hande of falshood |
| 144:12 | That our sonnes may growe vp in their youth as young plantes: that our daughters may be as corners stones grauen after the fashion as a palace is |
| 144:13 | That the corners of our houses may be fylled, yeeldyng foorth all maner of stoore: that our cattell may bring foorth thousandes, yea ten thousandes in our streates |
| 144:14 | That our oxen may be strong to labour that there be no decay: no leadyng into captiuitie, and no complaynyng in our streates |
| 144:15 | Happy are the people that be in such a case: blessed is the people who haue God for their Lorde |
| 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. |
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