Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, 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 lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
O Yahweh! 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,
Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest 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,
Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose 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! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous 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,
Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose 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 like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction 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 garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
