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 Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
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 goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
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 thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
4 Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
5 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
8 Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
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.
Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
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;
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:
13 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
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:
14 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
15 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
