Psalms 144
1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, 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.
My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble 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 Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Because their mouth hath spoken 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.
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
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.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken 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.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness 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 [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
