Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Blessed be YHWH my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
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 goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; 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?
YHWH, 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 to vanity: 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.
Bow thy heavens, O YHWH, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy 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 above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, 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 will sing a new song unto thee, O Elohim: upon a psaltery and an instrument 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.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his 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.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished 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 garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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 no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Joyful is that people, that is in such a case: yea, joyful is that people, whose Elohim is YHWH.
