Psalms 144
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdues my people under me.
My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
7 Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto you, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto you.
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 It is he that gives salvation unto kings: who delivers David his servant from the hurtful sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken 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 embodiment of a palace:
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness 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 garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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 oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
