Psalm 144C: Psalm 144:1-8
Pisgah, 66.66.888. [G]
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1 Blessed be the LORD, my Rock,
Who trains my hands for war,
My fingers for the fight.
2 My Steadfast Love, my Fort,
My Stronghold, my deliverer,
My Shield in Whom I refuge take,
He brings my people under me.
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3 O LORD, what then is man
That You take note of him?
What is the son of man
That You consider him?
4 A breath, a nothingness, is man.
As for the days of man, they all
Are like a shadow passing by.
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5 O LORD, bow low Your heav'ns;
May You Yourself come down.
Yes, touch the mountaintops
And cause them thus to smoke.
6 Make lightning flash and scatter them.
O may Your arrows be sent forth
To trouble and disquiet them!
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7 Your hand send from on high
To rescue me and save
From waters great and deep.
From hands of alien folk,
8 Whose mouth speaks always what is false,
And even the right hand of whom
Is a right hand of cunning lies.
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