Psalms 144
1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
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.
He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout 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.
Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
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 to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly 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.
Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
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.
Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn 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 storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of 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 will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
