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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me! |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him? |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke. |
| 6 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger, |
| 8 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee. |
| 10 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Our garners `are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places, |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God `is' Jehovah! |
