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 [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for 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 kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble 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 Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their 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.
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
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:
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their 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:
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness 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:
Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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 are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
