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To the Chief Musician. A Contemplation of the sons of Korah. We have heard with our ears, O God, Our fathers have told us, The deeds You did in their days, In days of old:
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You drove out the nations with Your hand, But them You planted; You afflicted the peoples, and cast them out.
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For they did not gain possession of the land by their own sword, Nor did their own arm save them; But it was Your right hand, Your arm, and the light of Your countenance, Because You favored them.
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You are my King, O God; Command victories for Jacob.
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Through You we will push down our enemies; Through Your name we will trample those who rise up against us.
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For I will not trust in my bow, Nor shall my sword save me.