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Seinna Sámuelsbók kap. 22

Uppsetan
c. David's Song of Deliverance
22:1-51:1
1 David sang to the Lord the words of this song when the Lord rescued him from the power of all his enemies, including Saul.
3 My God is my rocky summit where I take shelter, my shield, the horn that saves me, my stronghold, my refuge, my savior. You save me from violence!
7 In my distress I called to the Lord; I called to my God. From his heavenly temple he heard my voice; he listened to my cry for help.
8 The earth heaved and shook; the foundations of the sky trembled. They heaved because he was angry.
9 Smoke ascended from his nose; fire devoured as it came from his mouth; he hurled down fiery coals.
16 The depths of the sea were exposed; the inner regions of the world were uncovered by the Lord’s battle cry, by the powerful breath from his nose.
18 He rescued me from my strong enemy, from those who hate me, for they were too strong for me.
20 He brought me out into a wide open place; he delivered me because he was pleased with me.
26 You prove to be loyal to one who is faithful; you prove to be trustworthy to one who is innocent.
27 You prove to be reliable to one who is blameless, but you prove to be deceptive to one who is perverse.
30 Indeed, with your help I can charge against an army; by my God’s power I can jump over a wall.
31 The one true God acts in a faithful manner; the Lord’s promise is reliable; he is a shield to all who take shelter in him.
36 You give me your protective shield; your willingness to help enables me to prevail.
42 They cry out, but there is no one to help them; they cry out to the Lord, but he does not answer them.
43 I grind them as fine as the dust of the ground; I crush them and stomp on them like clay in the streets.
44 You rescue me from a hostile army; you preserve me as a leader of nations; people over whom I had no authority are now my subjects.
45 Foreigners are powerless before me; when they hear of my exploits, they submit to me.
46 Foreigners lose their courage; they shake with fear as they leave their strongholds.
47 The Lord is alive! My protector is praiseworthy! The God who delivers me is exalted as king!
49 He delivers me from my enemies; you snatch me away from those who attack me; you rescue me from violent men.
50 So I will give you thanks, O Lord, before the nations! I will sing praises to you.
51 He gives his chosen king magnificent victories; he is faithful to his chosen ruler, to David and to his descendants forever!”
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