Psalms 144
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and my fingers to battle:
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who subdues my people under me.
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Or the son of man, that you think of him?
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His days are like a shadow that passes away.
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Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
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Send out your arrows, and rout them.
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out of the hands of foreigners,
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whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
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who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
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whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
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Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
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and no outcry in our streets.
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Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.