Psalm 1 44.
A Psalm of David.
Blessed it'd be the Lord.
My strength.
Which teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight.
My goodness and my fortress.
My high tower and my deliver.
My shield and he, and whom I trust.
Who subdue with my people under me.
Lord.
What is man that thou take us knowledge of him.
Or the son of man that they'll make it to account of him.
Man is like to vanity.
His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Bao the heaven.
So Lord and come down, touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
Cast forth lightning and scatter them.
Shoot out Diane arrows and destroy them.
Send a hand.
From above.
Read me and deliver me out of great waters from the hand of strange children.
Whose mouth speak of the vanity.
And their right hand is a right hand, a false head.
I will sing a new song and to the, oh God.
Upon the sultry and an instrument of 10 strings while I sing praises unto the.
It is he that give us salvation and to Kings who deliver David and
the servant from the hurtful sword.
Read me and deliver me from the hand of strange children.
His mouth speaks of the vanity and their right hand is a right hand, a false head.
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth.
That our daughters, maybe it's Cornerstone's polished
after the of a palace.
That our garners may be full affording all manner of store.
That our sheep may bring four thousands and 10 thousands in our streets.
That our oxygen may be strong to labor.
That there be no breaking in nor going out.
That there'd be no complaining in our streets.
Happy.
Is that people that is such a case.
Yay happy is that people whose God is the Lord.