Psalms 144
1 A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
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.
3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
9 To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
12 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
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.
15 They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
