Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
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!
He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder 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 regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
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.
Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
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:
That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
