Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
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 rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
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 are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth 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 your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
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 I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
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: —
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
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:
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring 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 who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
