Psalms 144

1 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.

Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

2 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.

My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.

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

Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

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

Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

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

Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.

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

Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

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

Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

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

Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

9 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.

To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

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

Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

11 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.

Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

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

Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

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

Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

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

Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

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

They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.