Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad. Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.
BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
2 My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people 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 Lord, what is man, that you are made known to him? or the son of man, that you take account of him?
YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.
Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 O Lord, bow your heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Send lightning, and you shall scatter them: send forth your arrows, and you shall discomfit them.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
7 Send forth your hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;
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 mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.
Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, I will sing a new song to you: I will play to you on a lute of ten strings.
O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
10 [Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
11 Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;
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 whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
13 Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.
Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is 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!
