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 rock, Who teacheth 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.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples 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 thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!
7 Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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 to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!
11 Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose 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; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those 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 kinds 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 cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
