Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
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.
My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under 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 takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion 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.
Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
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.
Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
