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Blessed be the my rock! * who trains my hands to fight and my fingers to battle;

My help and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, * my shield in whom I trust, who subdues the peoples under me.

O, what are we that you should care for us? * mere mortals that you should think of us?

We are like a puff of wind; * our days are like a passing shadow.

Bow your heavens, O, and come down; * touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Hurl the lightning and scatter them; * shoot out your arrows and rout them.

Stretch out your hand from on high; * rescue me and deliver me from the great waters, from the hand of foreign peoples,

Whose mouths speak deceitfully * and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.

O God, I will sing to you a new song; * I will play to you on a ten&#8209;stringed lyre.

You give victory to kings * and have rescued David your servant.

Rescue me from the hurtful sword * and deliver me from the hand of foreign peoples,

Whose mouths speak deceitfully * and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.