Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
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!
You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is 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 a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil 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 me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is 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:
May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
