Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing 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 Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their 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 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of 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 garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
