Psalms 144

1 By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.

2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.

3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?

4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.

5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.

8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.

10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.

13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.

15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.

They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.