Psalms 144
1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for 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.
You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
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.
Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is 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 lute of ten strings 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.
who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil 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 free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is 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.
May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely 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.
May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce 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.
Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
