Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
[A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad. Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.
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.
My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.
3 Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
Lord, what is man, that you are made known to him? or the son of man, that you take account of him?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.
5 Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
O Lord, bow your heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
Send lightning, and you shall scatter them: send forth your arrows, and you shall discomfit them.
7 Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
Send forth your hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;
8 Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
O God, I will sing a new song to you: I will play to you on a lute of ten strings.
10 who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
[Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.
11 Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;
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.
whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.
13 May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.
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.
Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.
15 Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
