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Chapter 144
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:1 | Thank the LORD, my rock, who trained my hands to fight and my fingers to do battle, | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:2 | my merciful one, my fortress, my stronghold, and my savior, my shield, the one in whom I take refuge, and the one who brings people under my authority. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:3 | O LORD, what are humans that you should care about them? What are mere mortals that you should think about them? | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:5 | O LORD, bend your heaven low, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:6 | Hurl bolts of lightning, and scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and throw them into confusion. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:7 | Stretch out your hands from above. Snatch me, and rescue me from raging waters and from foreigners' hands. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:9 | O God, I will sing a new song to you. I will sing a psalm to you on a ten-stringed harp. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:10 | You are the one who gives victory to kings. You are the one who snatches your servant David away from a deadly sword. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:11 | Snatch me, and rescue me from foreigners' hands. Their mouths speak lies. Their right hands take false pledges. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:12 | May our sons be like full-grown, young plants. May our daughters be like stately columns that adorn the corners of a palace. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:13 | May our barns be filled with all kinds of crops. May our sheep give birth to thousands of lambs, tens of thousands in our fields. | |
| Psal | GodsWord | 144:14 | May our cattle have many calves. May no one break in, and may no one be dragged out. May there be no cries of distress in our streets. | |