Psalms 144

1 [By David.] Blessed be YHWH, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:

τῷ Δαυιδ πρὸς τὸν Γολιαδ εὐλογητὸς κύριος ὁ θεός μου ὁ διδάσκων τὰς χεῖράς μου εἰς παράταξιν τοὺς δακτύλους μου εἰς πόλεμον

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.

ἔλεός μου καὶ καταφυγή μου ἀντιλήμπτωρ μου καὶ ῥύστης μου ὑπερασπιστής μου καὶ ἐπ’ αὐτῷ ἤλπισα ὁ ὑποτάσσων τὸν λαόν μου ὑπ’ ἐμέ

3 YHWH, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

κύριε τί ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐγνώσθης αὐτῷ ἢ υἱὸς ἀνθρώπου ὅτι λογίζῃ αὐτόν

4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

ἄνθρωπος ματαιότητι ὡμοιώθη αἱ ἡμέραι αὐτοῦ ὡσεὶ σκιὰ παράγουσιν

5 Part your heavens, YHWH, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

κύριε κλῖνον οὐρανούς σου καὶ κατάβηθι ἅψαι τῶν ὀρέων καὶ καπνισθήσονται

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

ἄστραψον ἀστραπὴν καὶ σκορπιεῖς αὐτούς ἐξαπόστειλον τὰ βέλη σου καὶ συνταράξεις αὐτούς

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;

ἐξαπόστειλον τὴν χεῖρά σου ἐξ ὕψους ἐξελοῦ με καὶ ῥῦσαί με ἐξ ὑδάτων πολλῶν ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων

8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησεν ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας

9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

ὁ θεός ᾠδὴν καινὴν ᾄσομαί σοι ἐν ψαλτηρίῳ δεκαχόρδῳ ψαλῶ σοι

10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

τῷ διδόντι τὴν σωτηρίαν τοῖς βασιλεῦσιν τῷ λυτρουμένῳ Δαυιδ τὸν δοῦλον αὐτοῦ ἐκ ῥομφαίας πονηρᾶς

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.

ῥῦσαί με καὶ ἐξελοῦ με ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησεν ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας

12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

ὧν οἱ υἱοὶ ὡς νεόφυτα ἡδρυμμένα ἐν τῇ νεότητι αὐτῶν αἱ θυγατέρες αὐτῶν κεκαλλωπισμέναι περικεκοσμημέναι ὡς ὁμοίωμα ναοῦ

13 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

τὰ ταμίεια αὐτῶν πλήρη ἐξερευγόμενα ἐκ τούτου εἰς τοῦτο τὰ πρόβατα αὐτῶν πολυτόκα πληθύνοντα ἐν ταῖς ἐξόδοις αὐτῶν

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

οἱ βόες αὐτῶν παχεῖς οὐκ ἔστιν κατάπτωμα φραγμοῦ οὐδὲ διέξοδος οὐδὲ κραυγὴ ἐν ταῖς πλατείαις αὐτῶν

15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is YHWH.

ἐμακάρισαν τὸν λαόν ᾧ ταῦτά ἐστιν μακάριος ὁ λαός οὗ κύριος ὁ θεὸς αὐτοῦ