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 strength, which teacheth 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 goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and [he] in whom I trust; 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 to vanity: 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.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD, 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: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7 Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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 unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery [and] an instrument 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.
[It is he] that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth 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.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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 [may be] as plants grown up in their youth; [that] our daughters [may be] as corner stones, polished [after] the similitude 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.
[That] our garners [may be] full, affording all manner of store: [that] our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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.
[That] our oxen [may be] strong to labour; [that there be] no breaking in, nor going out; that [there be] no complaining in our streets.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
Happy [is that] people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy [is that] people, whose God [is] the LORD.
