Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
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.
He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder 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:
Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume 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,
Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their 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 wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
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 deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
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 sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude 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:
That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
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, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
