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A Song of Thanks

144 Praise and thanks be to the Lord, my rock. He makes my hands ready for war, and my fingers for battle. He is my loving-kindness and my walls of strength, my strong place and the One Who sets me free, my safe-covering and the One in Whom I trust. He brings my people under my rule. O Lord, what is man that You think of him, the son of man that You remember him? Man is like a breath. His days are like a passing shadow. O Lord, divide Your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so they will smoke. Send out lightning and divide them. Send out Your arrows and trouble them. Put out Your hand from above. Take me out of trouble and away from the many waters, from the power of those from other lands. Their mouths speak lies. And their right hand is a right hand that is false.

I will sing a new song to You, O God. I will sing praises to You on a harp of ten strings. 10 You save kings. You take Your servant David away from the sharp sword. 11 Take me out of trouble and away from the power of those from other lands. Their mouths speak lies. And their right hand is a right hand that is false.

12 May our young sons be like plants that are full-grown. And may our daughters be like the corner pieces of a great house. 13 May our store-houses be full of all kinds of food. And may our sheep grow by the thousands and ten thousands in our fields. 14 Let our cattle give birth without trouble and without loss. And may there be no cry of trouble in our streets. 15 Happy are the people who have all this. Yes, happy are the people whose God is the Lord!