Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
[A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad. Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.
2 He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou takest account of him?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
O Lord, bow thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Send lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: send forth thine arrows, and thou shalt discomfit them.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Send forth thine hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.
9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
O God, I will sing a new song to thee: I will play to thee on a psaltery of ten strings.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
[Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;
12 That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.
13 That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
