March, 20
Psalms 143
1
Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
2
And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
3
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten down my life to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
6
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
7
Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8
Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9
Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: unto thee I flee to hide me.
10
Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
11
Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12
And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
Psalms 144
A Psalm of David.
1
Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
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My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3
LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5
Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7
Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
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Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
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That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
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That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
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Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.