Psalm 118:25

New American Bible - revised edition

Lord, grant salvation! Lord, grant good fortune!

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They collapse and fall, but we stand strong and firm.

Deliver my soul from the sword, my life from the grip of the dog.

For the leader; according to “Lilies.” Of David.

Those who sit in the gate gossip about me; drunkards make me the butt of songs.

May the favor of the Lord our God be ours. Prosper the work of our hands! Prosper the work of our hands!