Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Of David - [be] blessed Yahweh - rock my who trains hands my for war fingers my 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.
Covenant loyalty my and stronghold my refuge my and deliverer my to me shield my and in him I take refuge the [one who] subdues people my 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:
O Yahweh what? [is] humankind and you have considered him a child of humankind and you have regarded him.
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Humankind to breath he is like days his [are] like a shadow passing.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
O Yahweh bend down heavens your so you may come down touch the mountains so they may smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Flash lightning and you will scatter them send arrows your and you will rout 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 hands your from a high place set free me and deliver me from waters many from [the] hand of sons of foreignness.
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Who mouth their it speaks falsehood and right [hand] their [is] a right [hand] of deception.
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 song new I will sing to you with a lyre of ten I will make music to you.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Who gives deliverance to kings who sets free David servant his from a sword 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: —
Set free me and deliver me from [the] hand of sons of foreignness who mouth their it speaks falsehood and right [hand] their [is] a right [hand] of deception.
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:
Who sons our - [will be] like plants full grown in youth their daughters our [will be] like corners carved [the] structure 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:
Granaries our [will be] full providing from kind to kind flocks our [will be] producing thousands producing ten thousands in open places our.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Cattle[s] our [will be] loaded there not [will be] a breach and there not [will be] abortion and there not [will be] an outcry in open places our.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
How blessed! [is] the people that thus for it how blessed! [is] the people that Yahweh [is] God its.
