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.
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!
2 My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues 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 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 art mindful 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 a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 O Lord, bow your heavens, 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 Send lightning, and you shall scatter them: send forth your arrows, and you shall discomfit them.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy 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;
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
9 O God, I will sing a new song to you: I will play to you on a lute of ten strings.
I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 [Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive 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 and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
12 whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.
That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those 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.
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 Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
