Psalms 144
1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
2 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.
my loving kindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
Jehovah, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 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.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 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.
That our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, and our daughters as cornerstones hewn according to the fashion of a palace,
13 May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,
14 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
