Psalms 144
1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:
2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.
He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.
3 LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
4 Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
5 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.
7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;
8 Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
12 We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;
Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
13 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.
15 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.
