Psalms 144

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

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 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.

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 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:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7 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,

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

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

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

11 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: —

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 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of 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 garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:

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

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

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

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

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