Psalms 144

1 [A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad. Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.

A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

2 My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.

My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.

3 Lord, what is man, that you are made known to him? or the son of man, that you take account of him?

LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

4 Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.

Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

5 O Lord, bow your heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

6 Send lightning, and you shall scatter them: send forth your arrows, and you shall discomfit them.

Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

7 Send forth your hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;

Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;

8 whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.

Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

9 O God, I will sing a new song to you: I will play to you on a lute of ten strings.

O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

10 [Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.

Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

11 Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;

Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

12 whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.

We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

13 Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.

Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

14 Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.

Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;

15 Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.

Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.