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 versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the 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 supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the 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.
To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant 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:
Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the 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:
Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols 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 cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
