Psalm 144:9-15
My God, I will sing a new song to you.
I will make music to you on a lyre that has ten strings.
You are the God who helps kings win battles.
You save your servant David.
From death by the sword save me.
Set me free from outsiders who attack me.
They tell all kinds of lies with their mouths.
Even when they make a promise by raising their right hands, they don’t mean it.
While our sons are young,
they will be like healthy plants.
Our daughters will be like pillars
that have been made to decorate a palace.
Our storerooms will be filled
with every kind of food.
The sheep in our fields will increase by thousands.
They will increase by tens of thousands.
Our oxen will pull heavy loads.
None of our city walls will be broken down.
No one will be carried off as a prisoner.
No cries of pain will be heard in our streets.
Blessed is the nation about whom all these things are true.
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.
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