Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Yhwh my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
“By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, 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 kindness, and my strong-hold; 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!
Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Yhwh, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound 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; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the 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, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
[Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing 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:
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the 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:
So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model 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:
May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open 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.
May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is Yhwh.
Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
