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 off] David. Blessed be the LORD my rock, 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 lovingkindness, 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; 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 thine hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strangers;
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 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 rescueth 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 strangers, 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.
When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters as corner stones hewn 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.
[When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store; [and] 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.
[When] our oxen are well laden; [when there is] 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.
Happy is the people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy is the people, whose God is the LORD.
