Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
“By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
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 kindness, and my strong-hold; 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:
Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may 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 thy arrows, and confound 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 out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the 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:
O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
[Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing 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 the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the 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:
So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model 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:
May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
