Psalm 144
A Prayer for Rescue
and Prosperity |
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Blessed be the LORD my strength,
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which teacheth my hands to war, |
and my fingers to
fight: |
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my goodness, and my fortress;
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my high tower, and my deliverer; |
my shield, and he in whom I trust; |
who subdueth my people under me.
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LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him!
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Man is like to vanity:
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his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
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Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down:
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touch the mountains, and they shall
smoke. |
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Cast forth lightning, and scatter
them:
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shoot out thine arrows, and destroy
them. |
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Send thine hand from above;
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rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, |
from the hand of strange
children; |
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whose mouth speaketh vanity,
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and their right hand is a right hand of
falsehood.
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I will sing a new song unto thee, O
God:
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upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten
strings |
will I sing praises unto
thee. |
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It is he that giveth salvation
unto kings:
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who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful
sword. |
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Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of
strange children,
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whose mouth speaketh vanity, |
and their right hand is a right hand of
falsehood: |
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that our sons may be as plants
grown up in their youth;
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that our daughters may be as corner
stones, |
polished after the similitude of a
palace: |
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that our garners may be full,
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affording all manner of store; |
that our sheep may bring forth
thousands |
and ten thousands in our
streets: |
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that our oxen may be strong
to labor;
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that there be no breaking in, nor going
out; |
that there be no complaining in our
streets. |
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Happy is that people, that is in
such a case:
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yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD. |
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