Psalms 144

1 A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.

Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

2 You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.

He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.

3 Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?

O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?

4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

5 Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.

Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

6 Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.

Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.

7 Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.

Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,

8 Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.

whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,

I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—

10 who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.

to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.

11 Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.

Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

12 May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.

Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.

13 May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.

14 Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.

Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.

15 Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.

Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.