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my rock[a] and my fortress,
    my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
    who subdues the peoples[b] under me.(A)

O Lord, what are humans that you regard them,
    or mortals that you think of them?(B)
They are like a breath;
    their days are like a passing shadow.(C)

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Footnotes

  1. 144.2 Cn: Heb my steadfast love
  2. 144.2 Q ms Heb mss Syr Aquila Jerome: MT my people