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 rock, Who teacheth 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.
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 thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest 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 the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy 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.
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth 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 to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive 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 and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth 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 may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those 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.
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 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
