Psalms 144

1 BLESSED be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under 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 art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

5 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.

They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.