< Psalms 144 >
1 [By David.] Blessed be Jehovah, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
Blessed be Yhwh my strength, which 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.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Yhwh, what is man, that thou takest knowledge 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 to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Part your heavens, Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O Yhwh, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out 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 thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh 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.
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful 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.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh 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.
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude 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 manner 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 oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is Yhwh.