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New Believers Bible - Flipbook - Page 153


P S A L M 21
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May he grant your heart’s desires
and make all your plans succeed.
5 May we shout for joy when we hear of your
victory
and raise a victory banner in the name
of our God.
May the Lord answer all your prayers.
Although they plot against you,
their evil schemes will never succeed.
12 For they will turn and run
when they see your arrows aimed at them.
13 Rise up, O Lord, in all your power.
With music and singing we celebrate
your mighty acts.
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Now I know that the Lord rescues his
anointed king.
He will answer him from his holy
heaven
and rescue him by his great power.
7 Some nations boast of their chariots and
horses,
but we boast in the name of the Lord
our God.
8 Those nations will fall down and collapse,
but we will rise up and stand firm.
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PSALM
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My God, my God, why have you
abandoned me?
Why are you so far away when I groan
for help?
2 Every day I call to you, my God, but you do
not answer.
Every night you hear my voice, but I find
no relief.
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How the king rejoices in your strength,
O Lord!
He shouts with joy because you give him
victory.
2 For you have given him his heart’s desire;
you have withheld nothing he requested.
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You welcomed him back with success and
prosperity.
You placed a crown of finest gold on
his head.
4 He asked you to preserve his life,
and you granted his request.
The days of his life stretch on forever.
5 Your victory brings him great honor,
and you have clothed him with splendor
and majesty.
6 You have endowed him with eternal
blessings
and given him the joy of your presence.
7 For the king trusts in the Lord.
The unfailing love of the Most High will
keep him from stumbling.
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You will capture all your enemies.
Your strong right hand will seize all who
hate you.
9 You will throw them in a flaming furnace
when you appear.
The Lord will consume them in his anger;
fire will devour them.
10 You will wipe their children from the face
of the earth;
they will never have descendants.
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For the choir director: A psalm of David.
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For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be sung
to the tune “Doe of the Dawn.”
Give victory to our king, O Lord!
Answer our cry for help.
PSALM
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Yet you are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.
4 Our ancestors trusted in you,
and you rescued them.
5 They cried out to you and were saved.
They trusted in you and were never
disgraced.
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But I am a worm and not a man.
I am scorned and despised by all!
7 Everyone who sees me mocks me.
They sneer and shake their heads, saying,
8 “Is this the one who relies on the Lord?
Then let the Lord save him!
If the Lord loves him so much,
let the Lord rescue him!”
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Yet you brought me safely from my
mother’s womb
and led me to trust you at my mother’s
breast.
10 I was thrust into your arms at my birth.
You have been my God from the moment
I was born.
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Do not stay so far from me,
for trouble is near,
and no one else can help me.
12 My enemies surround me like a herd
of bulls;
fierce bulls of Bashan have hemmed
me in!
13 Like lions they open their jaws against me,
roaring and tearing into their prey.
14 My life is poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax,
melting within me.
15 My strength has dried up like
sunbaked clay.