Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm off] David. Blessed be the LORD my rock, which 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 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people 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 takest knowledge 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 to vanity: his days are as 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, and they shall smoke.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Stretch forth thine hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strangers;
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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 a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters as corner stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 [When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store; [and] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 [When] our oxen are well laden; [when there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, 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 is the people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy is the people, whose God is the LORD.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
