Psalms 144
1 Blessed be Yhwh my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And 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.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples 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 art mindful of 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 a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Yhwh, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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.
I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive 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 and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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-pillars, Hewn like those 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:
That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
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.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; 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.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
