< Psalms 144 >

1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
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 rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
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, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
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.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.

< Psalms 144 >