Psaumes 144.4
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¹ Of David.
Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for war,
and my fingers for battle;
² he is my steadfast love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield and he in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples under me.
³ O Lord, what is man that you regard him,
or the son of man that you think of him?
⁴ Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.
⁵ Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down!
Touch the mountains so that they smoke!
⁶ Flash forth the lightning and scatter them;
send out your arrows and rout them!
⁷ Stretch out your hand from on high;
rescue me and deliver me from the many waters,
from the hand of foreigners,
⁸ whose mouths speak lies
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
⁹ I will sing a new song to you, O God;
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
¹⁰ who gives victory to kings,
who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword.
¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me
from the hand of foreigners,
whose mouths speak lies
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
¹² May our sons in their youth
be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars
cut for the structure of a palace;
¹³ may our granaries be full,
providing all kinds of produce;
may our sheep bring forth thousands
and ten thousands in our fields;
¹⁴ may our cattle be heavy with young,
suffering no mishap or failure in bearing;
may there be no cry of distress in our streets!
¹⁵ Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!