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1Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle and my fingers for warfare,

1Of David. Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

2he is my gracious love and my fortress, my strong tower and my deliverer, my shield and the one in whom I find refuge, who subdues peoples under me.

2He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.

3LORD, what are human beings, that you should care about them, or mortal man, that you should think about him?

3LORD, what are human beings that you care for them, mere mortals that you think of them?

4The human person is a mere empty breath; his days are like a fading shadow.

4They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.

5Bow your heavens, LORD, and descend; touch the mountains, and they will smolder.

5Part your heavens, LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke.

6Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy, shoot your arrows and confuse them.

6Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy; shoot your arrows and rout them.

7Reach down your hand from your high place; rescue me and deliver me from mighty waters, from the control of foreigners.

7Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hands of foreigners

8Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand deceives,

8whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.

9God, I will sing a new song to you. On a harp of ten strings I will play to you—

9I will sing a new song to you, my God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,

10to you who gives victory to kings, rescuing his servant David from cruel swords.

10to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David. From the deadly sword

11Rescue me and deliver me from the control of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand deceives.

11deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.

12May our sons in their youth be like full-grown plants, and our daughters like pillars destined to decorate a palace.

12Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

13May our granaries be filled, storing produce in abundance; may our sheep bring forth thousands, even tens of thousands in our fields.

13Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields;

14May our cattle grow heavy with young, with no damage or loss. May there be no cry of anguish in our streets!

14our oxen will draw heavy loads. There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.

15Happy are the people to whom these things come; happy are the people whose God is the LORD.

15Blessed is the people of whom this is true; blessed is the people whose God is the LORD.