Psalms 144

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

“By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:

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 kindness, and my strong-hold; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; 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 cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!

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

Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.

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

O Lord, bend 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 thy arrows, and confound them.

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

Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.

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

Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

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

O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.

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

[Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing 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.

Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

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

So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.

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

May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.

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

May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.

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

Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.