Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
Blessed be Yhwh my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and 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 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 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Yhwh, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account 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.
Bow thy heavens, O Yhwh, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy 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,
Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
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.
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his 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,
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, 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; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude 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,
That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
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 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is Yhwh.
