Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
2 He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
14 Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.
That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
