Psalms 144

1 Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.

BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.

2 My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.

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!

3 Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?

YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?

4 They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.

Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.

5 Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.

YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.

6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.

Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,

7 Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

8 who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.

Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.

9 O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.

O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.

10 For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.

Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.

11 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.

Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,

12 May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.

Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,

13 May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.

Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

14 May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.

Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

15 Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.

O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!