Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.
2 My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!
My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:
14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.
15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.
