Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues peoples 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 you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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,
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn 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 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry 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 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
