Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who 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.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples 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 art mindful 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 a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth 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 forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth 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 to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive 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 and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth 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 may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those 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 kinds 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 cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; 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!
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
