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144:1 [A Psalme of Dauid.] Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to warre, and my fingers to fight. Margin Note
144:2 My goodnes and my fortresse, my high tower and my deliuerer, my shield, and he in whome I trust: who subdueth my people vnder me. Margin Note
144:3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the sonne of man, that thou makest account of him?  
144:4 Man is like to vanity: his dayes are as a shadow that passeth away.  
144:5 Bow thy heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines, and they shall smoke.  
144:6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and destroy them.  
144:7 Send thine hand from aboue, rid me, and deliuer me out of great waters: from the hand of strange children, Margin Note
144:8 Whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood.  
144:9 I will sing a new song vnto thee, O God: vpon a psalterie, and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises vnto thee.  
144:10 It is he that giueth saluation vnto kings: who deliuereth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sword. Margin Note
144:11 Rid me, and deliuer me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood.  
144:12 That our sonnes may be as plants growen vp in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace: Margin Note
144:13 That our garners may bee full, affoording all maner of store; that our sheepe may bring forth thousands, and tenne thousands in our streetes. Margin Note
144:14 That our oxen may be strong to labour, that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streetes. Margin Note
144:15 Happy is that people that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.