Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!
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.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples under me.
3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy 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 thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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.
I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!
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.
Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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.
That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those 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.
That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
