Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
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 kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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 You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble 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 forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Because their mouth has spoken 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:
O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
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: —
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken 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:
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness 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 granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
