My Father God bless me with the precious dew from heaven
above and with the deep waters that lie below;
With the best the sun brings forth and the finest the moon
can yield;
With the choicest gifts of the ancient mountains and the
fruitfulness of the everlasting hills;
With the best gifts of the earth and its fullness and the
favor of him who dwelt in the burning bush.
The bolts of my gates will be iron and bronze, and my strength
will equal my days.
There is no one like the God of Jeshurun, who rides across
the heavens to help me and on the clouds in his majesty.
The eternal God is my refuge, and underneath are the
everlasting arms. He will drive out my enemies before you, saying, ‘Destroy
them!’
So I will live in safety; I will dwell secure in a land of
grain and new wine, where the heavens drop dew.
I am blessed. God is my shield and helper and my glorious
sword.
My enemies will tremble before me, and I will tread on their
heights
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