Psalms 144

1 Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,

By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to 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 loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues 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?

LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

4 Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout 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 your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

8 whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

whose mouths speak deceit, 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 a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

10 Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.

You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly 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 out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, 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,

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

13 our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,

Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

14 our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,

Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, 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 are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.