Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And 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.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him?
LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy 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 thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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.
I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive 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 and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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-pillars, Hewn like those of a palace!
13 our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,
That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
14 our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; 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.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
