Psalms 144
1 Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
2 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.
My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12 That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those of a palace!
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
