Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Yhwh my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the 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 supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 Yhwh, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Yhwh, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Their mouth has been speaking vain things, 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 you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant 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:
Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, 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:
Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols 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 cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
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 cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is Yhwh.
They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
