Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
2 My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
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 O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
Jehovah, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —
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 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
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 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
