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 Yahweh, my rock, who trains 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!
You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
3 Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
7 Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is 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 a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil 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 free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
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 be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely 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,
May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce 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.
Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile 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!
Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
