Douay Rheims Bible

Psalms 142

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 143

1

 

 Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war. 

 

 


2

 

 My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me. 

 

 


3

 

 Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him? 

 

 


4

 

 Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow. 

 

 


5

 

 Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke. 

 

 


6

 

 Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them. 

 

 


7

 

 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children: 

 

 


8

 

 Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity. 

 

 


9

 

 To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee. 

 

 


10

 

 Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword: 

 

 


11

 

 Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity: 

 

 


12

 

 Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple: 

 

 


13

 

 Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth: 

 

 


14

 

 their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets. 

 

 


15

 

 They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord. 

 

 


Psalms 144

 

 

 

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