Psalms 144

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

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

2 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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

12 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.

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

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

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

14 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.

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

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

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