Psalms 144

1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

David adversus Goliad benedictus Dominus Deus meus qui docet manus meas ad proelium digitos meos ad bellum

2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.

misericordia mea et refugium meum susceptor meus et liberator meus protector meus et in eo speravi qui subdis populum meum sub me

3 LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

Domine quid est homo quia innotuisti ei aut filius hominis quia reputas eum

4 Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

homo vanitati similis factus est dies eius sicut umbra praetereunt

5 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

Domine inclina caelos tuos et descende tange montes et fumigabunt

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

fulgora coruscationem et dissipabis eos emitte sagittas tuas et conturbabis eos

7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;

emitte manum tuam de alto eripe me et libera me de aquis multis de manu filiorum alienorum

8 Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

quorum os locutum est vanitatem et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis

9 O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

Deus canticum novum cantabo tibi in psalterio decacordo psallam tibi

10 Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

qui das salutem regibus qui redimit David servum suum de gladio maligno

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

eripe me et eripe me de manu filiorum alienigenarum quorum os locutum est vanitatem et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis

12 We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

quorum filii sicut novella plantationis in iuventute sua filiae eorum conpositae circumornatae ut similitudo templi

13 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

promptuaria eorum plena eructantia ex hoc in illud oves eorum fetosae abundantes in egressibus suis

14 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;

boves eorum crassi non est ruina maceriae neque transitus neque clamor in plateis eorum

15 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.

beatum dixerunt populum cui haec sunt beatus populus cuius Dominus Deus eius