Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
2 My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
my loving kindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
Jehovah, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him?
4 They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
8 who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
10 For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 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.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
That our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, and our daughters as cornerstones hewn according to the fashion of a palace,
13 May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,
14 May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
15 Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
