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.

A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.

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.

You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.

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

Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?

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

Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

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

Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.

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

Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.

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

Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.

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

Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.

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.

I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,

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

who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil 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.

Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.

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

May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.

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

May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

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

Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.

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

Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.