Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Blessed be YHWH my strength, which teacheth 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 goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth 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:
YHWH, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Bow thy heavens, O YHWH, 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: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy 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 above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, 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 will sing a new song unto thee, O Elohim: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth 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: —
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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 may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished 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 garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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 no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Joyful is that people, that is in such a case: yea, joyful is that people, whose Elohim is YHWH.
