Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Yhwh my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
[A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
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 fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth 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!
Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Yhwh, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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.
O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful 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 aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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:
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
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:
Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
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.
Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is Yhwh.
Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
