Psalms 144

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

Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to 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 support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth 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:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: 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 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 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.

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

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

Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude 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 storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

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

Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor 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 happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.