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. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
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.
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 have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound 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.
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
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.
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
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.
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 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
