Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
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 kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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?
YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
4 Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
7 Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Because their mouth has spoken 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 sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
10 Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
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.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken 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,
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness 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 [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
