Psalms 144
1 A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!
2 He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!
7 Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
9 I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.
I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!
11 Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
12 Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those of a palace!
13 Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
14 Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
