Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
[A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
2 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!
My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
