Psalms 144
1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my strength, who teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
τῷ Δαυιδ πρὸς τὸν Γολιαδ εὐλογητὸς κύριος ὁ θεός μου ὁ διδάσκων τὰς χεῖράς μου εἰς παράταξιν τοὺς δακτύλους μου εἰς πόλεμον
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
ἔλεός μου καὶ καταφυγή μου ἀντιλήμπτωρ μου καὶ ῥύστης μου ὑπερασπιστής μου καὶ ἐπ’ αὐτῷ ἤλπισα ὁ ὑποτάσσων τὸν λαόν μου ὑπ’ ἐμέ
3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
κύριε τί ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐγνώσθης αὐτῷ ἢ υἱὸς ἀνθρώπου ὅτι λογίζῃ αὐτόν
4 Man is like vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
ἄνθρωπος ματαιότητι ὡμοιώθη αἱ ἡμέραι αὐτοῦ ὡσεὶ σκιὰ παράγουσιν
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
κύριε κλῖνον οὐρανούς σου καὶ κατάβηθι ἅψαι τῶν ὀρέων καὶ καπνισθήσονται
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot thy arrows, and destroy them.
ἄστραψον ἀστραπὴν καὶ σκορπιεῖς αὐτούς ἐξαπόστειλον τὰ βέλη σου καὶ συνταράξεις αὐτούς
7 Send thy hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of foreigners;
ἐξαπόστειλον τὴν χεῖρά σου ἐξ ὕψους ἐξελοῦ με καὶ ῥῦσαί με ἐξ ὑδάτων πολλῶν ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησεν ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας
9 I will sing a new song to thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises to thee.
ὁ θεός ᾠδὴν καινὴν ᾄσομαί σοι ἐν ψαλτηρίῳ δεκαχόρδῳ ψαλῶ σοι
10 It is he that giveth salvation to kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
τῷ διδόντι τὴν σωτηρίαν τοῖς βασιλεῦσιν τῷ λυτρουμένῳ Δαυιδ τὸν δοῦλον αὐτοῦ ἐκ ῥομφαίας πονηρᾶς
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
ῥῦσαί με καὶ ἐξελοῦ με ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησεν ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας
12 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:
ὧν οἱ υἱοὶ ὡς νεόφυτα ἡδρυμμένα ἐν τῇ νεότητι αὐτῶν αἱ θυγατέρες αὐτῶν κεκαλλωπισμέναι περικεκοσμημέναι ὡς ὁμοίωμα ναοῦ
13 That our barns may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
τὰ ταμίεια αὐτῶν πλήρη ἐξερευγόμενα ἐκ τούτου εἰς τοῦτο τὰ πρόβατα αὐτῶν πολυτόκα πληθύνοντα ἐν ταῖς ἐξόδοις αὐτῶν
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
οἱ βόες αὐτῶν παχεῖς οὐκ ἔστιν κατάπτωμα φραγμοῦ οὐδὲ διέξοδος οὐδὲ κραυγὴ ἐν ταῖς πλατείαις αὐτῶν
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
ἐμακάρισαν τὸν λαόν ᾧ ταῦτά ἐστιν μακάριος ὁ λαός οὗ κύριος ὁ θεὸς αὐτοῦ
