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. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
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 rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound 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 on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
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.
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
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.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
