Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
[A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
2 my loving kindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him?
Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
4 Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
7 Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
8 whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
10 Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 That our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, and our daughters as cornerstones hewn according to the fashion of a palace,
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
13 our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,
Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
14 our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
15 blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
