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 the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.
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 mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble 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.
Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument 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.
Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious 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.
Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:
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.
Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:
13 May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:
14 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.
