Psalm 143. i.
Benedictus Dominus
Blessed be the Lord
† my God, who teacheth my hands to
war, * and my fingers to fight.
2 My hope and my fortress, * my castle and deliverer;
3 My defender in whom I trust; * who subdueth my people that is under me.
4 Lord, what is man, that thou hast such respect unto him? * or the son of man, that thou so regardest him?
5 Man is like a thing of nought; * his time passeth away like a shadow.
6 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down; * touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
7 Cast forth thy lightning, and tear them; * shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.
8 Send down thine hand from above, deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, * from the hand of strange children.
9 Whose mouth talketh of vanity, * and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, * world without end. Amen.
2 My hope and my fortress, * my castle and deliverer;
3 My defender in whom I trust; * who subdueth my people that is under me.
4 Lord, what is man, that thou hast such respect unto him? * or the son of man, that thou so regardest him?
5 Man is like a thing of nought; * his time passeth away like a shadow.
6 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down; * touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
7 Cast forth thy lightning, and tear them; * shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.
8 Send down thine hand from above, deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, * from the hand of strange children.
9 Whose mouth talketh of vanity, * and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, * world without end. Amen.
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