Psalms 144

1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:

[By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to 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.

my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he 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!

LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or 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 shadow that passes away.

5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out 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.

Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;

8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

whose mouths speak deceit, 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 you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.

You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, 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.

Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, 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.

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like 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 are full, filled with all kinds of provision. 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 will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, 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 situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.