Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, 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 lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose 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! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose 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 like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction 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 garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open 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.
Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
