Psalms 144

1 By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.

3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

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

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;

8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;

15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.

Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.