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Praise be to the Lord my Rock
Who trains my hands for war
My fingers for battle
To have not less but more

He is my loving God and my fortress
My stronghold and my deliverer
My shield, in whom I take refuge
Who subdues peoples under me and I believe in it

Lord, what are human beings that You care for them
Mere mortals that You think of them?
They are like a breath though
Their days are like a fleeting shadow

Part Your heavens, Lord, and come down
Touch the mountains, so that they smoke
Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy
Shoot Your arrows and rout them with no joke

Reach down Your hand from on high
Deliver me and rescue me, Your man
From the mighty waters
From the foreigners’ hands

Whose mouths are full of lies
Whose right hands are deceitful
Whose bad words like black birds fly
Whose actions are very mindful

I will sing a new song to You, my God
On the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to You, Lord
To the One who gives victory to kings
Who delivers His servant David by His holy word

From the deadly sword deliver me
Rescue me from the hands of foreigners
Whose mouths are full of lies
Whose right hands are deceitful making evil from all corners

Then our sons in their youth
Will be like well-nurtured plants
And our daughters will be like pillars
Carved to adorn a palace that to us You grant

Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision
Our sheep will increase by thousands
By tens of thousands in our fields
Our oxen will draw heavy loads

There will be no breaching of walls
No going into captivity
No cry of distress in our streets
But only human creativity

Blessed is the people of whom this is true
Blessed is the people whose God is the Lord
Blessed is the people who God’s laws knew
Blessed is the people who obeys these laws