My Rock and My Fortress
Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for
battle; he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my
deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under
me.
O Lord, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of
him? Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Bow your heavens, O Lord, and
come down! Touch the mountains so that they smoke! Flash forth the lightning
and scatter them; send out your arrows and rout them! Stretch out your hand
from on high; rescue me and deliver me from the many waters, from the hand of
foreigners,
whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
I will sing a new song to you,
O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you, who gives victory to kings,
who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword. Blessed are the people to
whom such blessings fall! Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!
We
are privileged to have such great protection available to us.
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