Psalms 144
1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, 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.
My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that 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!
O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest 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.
Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth, hath spoken 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.
O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous 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.
Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken 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 like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction 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.
Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
14 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
