Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
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 rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound 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 out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
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,
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring 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 who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
