Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
“By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
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 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.
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound 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; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the 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, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
[Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing 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 the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the 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,
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.
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
