Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!
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!
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples under me.
3 Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful 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 a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy 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,
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive 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 and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those 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,
That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
