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 Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

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 loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, 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!

Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.

Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout 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 your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a 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.

I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.

You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly 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 out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a 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:

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn 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 barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.

Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.

Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.