Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
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 goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; 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 take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
Bow your heavens, O LORD, 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.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.
7 Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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 a new song to you, O God: on a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises to you.
10 who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
It is he that gives salvation to kings: who delivers David his servant 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.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
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.
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of 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.
That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our 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.
That our oxen may be strong to labor; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yes, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
