Blessed be ADONAI, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle. He shows me grace; and he is my fortress, my stronghold, in whom I find shelter, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me. ADONAI, what are mere mortals, that you notice them at all; humans, that you think about them? Man is like a puff of wind, his days like a fleeting shadow. ADONAI, lower the heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, make them pour out smoke. Shoot out lightning, and scatter them; send out your arrows, and rout them. Reach out your hands from on high; rescue me; save me out of deep water, out of the power of strangers," Tehillim (Psalm) 144:1-7
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 01:51:09 +0000
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