Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, 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 kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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 You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Because their mouth has spoken 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—
O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken 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.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness 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.
Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
