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. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill 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.
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.
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the 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:
Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
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:
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.
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:
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.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
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.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
