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Psalms Chapter 144 | Parsha:

1Of David.
Blessed is the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for battle,
my fingers for warfare;

2my faithful one, my fortress,
my haven and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take shelter,
who makes peoples subject to me.

3O Lord, what is man that You should care about him,
mortal man, that You should think of him?

4Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.

5O Lord, bend Your sky and come down;
touch the mountains and they will smoke.

6Make lightning flash and scatter them;
shoot Your arrows and rout them.

7Reach Your hand down from on high;
rescue me, save me from the mighty waters,
from the hands of foreigners,

8whose mouths speak lies,
and whose oaths are false.

9O God, I will sing You a new song,
sing a hymn to You with a ten-stringed harp,

10to You who give victory to kings,
who rescue His servant David from the deadly sword.

11Rescue me, save me from the hands of foreigners,
whose mouths speak lies,
and whose oaths are false.

12For our sons are like saplings,
well-tended in their youth;
our daughters are like cornerstones
trimmed to give shape to a palace.

13Our storehouses are full,
supplying produce of all kinds;
our flocks number thousands,
even myriads, in our fields;

14our cattle are well cared for.
There is no breaching and no sortie,
and no wailing in our streets.

15Happy the people who have it so;
happy the people whose God is the Lord.

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