Verse
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
YLT
Young's Literal Translation
Of
David. Blessed be
the
LORD,
my Rock, who trains
my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
By
David. Blessed `is'
Jehovah
my rock, who is
teaching
My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
He
is
my steadfast
love
and my fortress
, my stronghold
and my deliverer .
He
is
my shield, in whom I take
refuge
, who subdues
peoples
under me .
My kind
one,
and my bulwark
, My tower,
and my deliverer ,
My shield, and
in whom I have
trusted
, Who is
subduing
my
people
under me !
O
LORD
, what is man ,
that You
regard
him ,
the
son of man that You
think
of
him?
Jehovah
, what `
is '
man that Thou
knowest
him ?
Son of man ,
that Thou
esteemest
him?
Man is
like a
breath;
his days are like
a passing
shadow.
Man to
vanity
hath
been
like ,
His days `
are '
as
a shadow passing
by
.
Part
Your
heavens,
O
LORD
, and come down ;
touch
the
mountains, that
they may
smoke.
Jehovah
, incline
Thy
heavens
and come down ,
Strike
against
mountains, and
they smoke.
Flash
forth Your
lightning and scatter them ;
shoot
Your
arrows and rout
them .
Send
forth lightning ,
and scatter them ,
Send
forth
Thine
arrows ,
and trouble
them ,
Reach
down
from on high ;
set
me
free and rescue
me from the
deep
waters, from the grasp
of foreigners
,
Send
forth
Thy
hand
from on high ,
Free me,
and deliver
me from many
waters, From the hand
of sons
of
a
stranger
,
whose
mouths
speak
falsehood
, whose
right hands
are
deceitful
.
Because
their
mouth
hath
spoken
vanity
, And
their
right hand
`is'
a
right
hand
of
falsehood
.
I
will
sing
to
You
a new song, O
God;
on a harp
of ten strings I will
make
music
to You—
O
God,
a new song I
sing
to
Thee
, On a psaltery
of ten strings I sing
praise
to Thee.
to
Him
who gives
victory
to kings, who frees
His servant David
from the deadly
sword.
Who is
giving
deliverance
to kings, Who is
freeing
David
His servant from the sword of
evil
.
Set
me
free and rescue
me from the grasp
of foreigners
, whose
mouths
speak
falsehood
, whose
right hands
are
deceitful.
Free me,
and deliver
me From the hand
of sons
of
a
stranger
, Because
their
mouth
hath
spoken
vanity
, And
their
right hand
`is'
a
right
hand
of
falsehood,
Then
our sons will
be
like
plants nurtured
in their youth, our daughters like
corner
pillars
carved
to
adorn
a palace .
Because
our sons `are'
as
plants ,
Becoming
great
in their youth, Our daughters as
hewn
stones,
Polished
--
the
likeness
of
a palace ,
Our storehouses
will
be
full, supplying
all
manner
of
produce;
our flocks will
bring
forth thousands, tens
of
thousands in our fields.
Our garners
`are'
full, bringing
out
from
kind
to
kind,
Our flocks are
bringing
forth thousands, Ten
thousands in our out-places,
Our oxen will
bear
great
loads.
There will
be
no breach in
the
walls
, no going
into
captivity
, and no cry
of
lament
in our streets
.
Our oxen are
carrying,
there is
no breach, And
there
is
no outgoing
, And there
is
no crying
in our broad
places
.
Blessed
are
the people
of whom
this
is so;
blessed
are
the people whose God is the
LORD.
O
the happiness
of the
people
that
is thus,
O
the happiness
of
the
people whose God `
is '
Jehovah!
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