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 the LORD my strength, 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.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who 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!
LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge 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 vanity: his days are as 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, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot thy 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 thy hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of foreigners;
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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 thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises to thee.
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
It is he that giveth salvation to kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful 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.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude 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 barns may be full, affording all manner 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 oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
