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.

[A Psalm off] David. Blessed be the LORD my rock, which teacheth my hands to war, [and] my fingers to fight:

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 lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?

LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.

Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.

Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out thine arrows, and discomfit 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 forth thine hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strangers;

8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

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 a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.

It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful 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.

Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.

When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters as corner stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.

[When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store; [and] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.

[When] our oxen are well laden; [when there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry 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 is the people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy is the people, whose God is the LORD.