Psalms 144

1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, [And] my fingers to fight:

A psalm of David. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill for war.

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.

He is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.

3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?

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

Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.

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

Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.

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

Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!

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

Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.

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

They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.

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

God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,

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

to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the 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.

Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.

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;

Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support 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;

Our storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.

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

Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.

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

The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.