Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill for war.
Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
2 He is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.
my loving kindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?
Jehovah, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him?
4 Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
10 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support a palace.
That our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, and our daughters as cornerstones hewn according to the fashion of a palace,
13 Our storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.
our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,
14 Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.
our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
