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 rock, Who 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.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples 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 mindful 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 a vapor; His day is like 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, so that they shall smoke!
6 Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth 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 forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Whose mouth uttereth 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 to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth 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 may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those 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 kinds 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 cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
