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 strength, who teacheth my hands to war, [and] my fingers to fight;

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 goodness, and my fortress; 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 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 to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.

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

Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

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

Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot thy arrows, and destroy them.

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

Send thy hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

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

Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand [is] a 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.

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.

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

[It is he] that giveth salvation to kings: who delivereth David his 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.

Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood:

12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn 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 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

[That] our granaries [may be] full, affording all manner of store; [that] our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, 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 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.

Happy [is that] people, that is in such a case: [yes], happy [is that] people, whose God [is] the LORD.