Psalm 144

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Timothy Tennent

1All praise unto the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war;
My fingers are well trained because the battle does endure.

2He is my love and my fortress, my strength and sure stronghold;
My shield in whom I refuge take, subduing peoples bold.

3Lord what is man that You know him, or that You think of him;
4Man is no more than passing breath, like a mere shadow dim. 

5Bow down Thy heavens, Lord, come down – touch mountains so they smoke;
6Send forth Your lightning, part the skies; Your foes with fear provoke. 

7Send out Your arrows, rout the foe; Stretch forth Your hand on high;
Deliver me from foreigners, from waters rising high.

8The foreigner with lying tongue, whose falsehoods You despise;
O, Lord deliver me from him, whose hand is full of lies. 

9I’ll sing to God a brand new song, upon the harp I’ll sing;
10Who rescues David from the sword; Gives victory to kings.

11Deliver, Lord, and rescue me, from foreign ones who lie;
Whose mouths are full of enmity; Who do Your truth defy. 

12May our sons in their youthfulness, be like plants fully grown;
Our daughters like the pillars which adorn the palace throne.

13May all our barns be always full, providing food each day;
May all our sheep give birth to young, ten thousand with no prey.

14May all our cattle carry young, may our walls not be breached; 
Lead us not to captivity; may fear not fill our streets.

15Blessed are those of whom these things are true and come to be;
Bless’d are the ones whose God is Lord for all eternity.

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