Psalms 143

1Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

1A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, Give ear unto my supplications, In Thy faithfulness answer me--in Thy righteousness.

2My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.

2And enter not into judgment with Thy servant, For no one living is justified before Thee.

3Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

4Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

5Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

5I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.

6Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

6I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul <FI>is<Fi> as a weary land for Thee. Selah.

7Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

7Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down <FI>to<Fi> the pit.

8Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

8Cause me to hear in the morning Thy kindness, For in Thee I have trusted, Cause me to know the way that I go, For unto Thee I have lifted up my soul.

9To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.

10Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

10Teach me to do Thy good pleasure, For Thou <FI>art<Fi> my God--Thy Spirit <FI>is<Fi> good, Lead me into a land of uprightness.

11Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

11For Thy name's sake O Jehovah, Thou dost quicken me, In Thy righteousness, Thou bringest out from distress my soul,

12Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

12And in Thy kindness cuttest off mine enemies, And hast destroyed all the adversaries of my soul, For I <FI>am<Fi> Thy servant!

13Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

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14Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

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15They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.

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