Psalms 144

1 By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

2 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.

My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.

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

Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

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

Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

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

Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

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

Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

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

Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

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

Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.

They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.