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.
By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, 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 kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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?
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble 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 Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Because their mouth hath spoken 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,
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings 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.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken 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.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness 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.
Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
