Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be Jehovah, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
A psalm of David. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill for war.
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 is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
5 Part your heavens, Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the 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.
Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support 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 storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
