Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
“By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, 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 kindness, and my strong-hold; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth 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 takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
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, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
[Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing 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:
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
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:
So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of 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:
May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
