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 rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!
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 who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples 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 mindful of 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 a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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 will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive 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.
Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
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 sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those of a palace!
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
