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.
A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
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 lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; 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 takest knowledge of 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 unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may 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 hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
10 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy 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 strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
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.
We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after 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.
Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by 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.
Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
