Psalm 144

1 Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight:

2 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 takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

4 Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

7 Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;

8 Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

10 Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

13  When our garners are full, affording all manner of store, And our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

14  When our oxen are well laden; When there is no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:

15 Happy is the people that is in such a case; Yea, happy is the people whose God is Jehovah.

Psalm 144

By David.

1 The Lord, my protector, deserves praise –
the one who trains my hands for battle,
and my fingers for war,

2 who loves me and is my stronghold,
my refuge and my deliverer,
my shield and the one in whom I take shelter,
who makes nations submit to me.

3 O Lord, of what importance is the human race, that you should notice them?
Of what importance is mankind, that you should be concerned about them?

4 People are like a vapor,
their days like a shadow that disappears.

5 O Lord, make the sky sink and come down!
Touch the mountains and make them smolder!

6 Hurl lightning bolts and scatter them!
Shoot your arrows and rout them!

7 Reach down from above!
Grab me and rescue me from the surging water,
from the power of foreigners,

8 who speak lies,
and make false promises.

9 O God, I will sing a new song to you!
Accompanied by a ten-stringed instrument, I will sing praises to you,

10 the one who delivers kings,
and rescued David his servant from a deadly sword.

11 Grab me and rescue me from the power of foreigners,
who speak lies,
and make false promises.

12 Then our sons will be like plants,
that quickly grow to full size.
Our daughters will be like corner pillars,
carved like those in a palace.

13 Our storehouses will be full,
providing all kinds of food.
Our sheep will multiply by the thousands
and fill our pastures.

14 Our cattle will be weighted down with produce.
No one will break through our walls,
no one will be taken captive,
and there will be no terrified cries in our city squares.

15 How blessed are the people who experience these things!
How blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!