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- Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
- He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
- O LORD, what is man that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him?
- Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow.
- Part your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
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