Psalms 144

1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.

David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:

2 He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.

My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.

3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!

O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:

4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.

The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.

5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.

O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:

6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.

Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:

7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,

Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,

8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.

9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.

O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.

Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.

11 Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:

Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —

12 That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:

That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:

13 That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:

Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:

14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.

Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —

15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.

How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!