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Psalm 144:1 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

O blessed ever be the Lord, who is my strength and might, Who doth instruct my hands to war, my fingers teach to fight.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Blessed be the LORD my strength, Which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

BLESSED BE the Lord, my Rock and my keen and firm Strength, Who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight–

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American Standard Version (1901)

Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight:

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Common English Bible

Bless the LORD, my rock, who taught my hands how to fight, who taught my fingers how to do battle!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

The Praise of David himself. I will extol you, O God, my king. And I will bless your name, in this time and forever and ever.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Praise, for David himself. I will extol thee, O God my king: and I will bless thy name for ever; yea, for ever and ever.

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Psalm 144:1
16 Tagairtí Cros  

My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.


Upon the Lord, who worthy is of praises, will I cry; And then shall I preserved be safe from mine enemy.


Who but the Lord is God? but he who is a rock and stay?


Mine hands to war he taught, mine arms brake bows of steel in pieces.


The shield of thy salvation thou didst on me bestow: Thy right hand held me up, and great thy kindness made me grow.


Through God we'll do great acts; he shall tread down our enemies.


Be thou my dwelling-rock, to which I ever may resort: Thou gav'st commandment me to save, for thou'rt my rock and fort.


O come, let us sing to the Lord: come, let us ev'ry one A joyful noise make to the Rock of our salvation.