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.
By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching 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.
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 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble 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.
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
Because their mouth hath spoken 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.
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
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.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken 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.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
