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 the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.
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 mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth 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?
Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: 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!
Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
7 Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
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 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
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 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.
Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:
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.
Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:
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.
Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.
