Psalms 144

1 By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

[A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad. Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.

2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.

3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

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

4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

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

5 Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

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

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Send lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: send forth thine arrows, and thou shalt discomfit them.

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

Send forth thine hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;

8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

O God, I will sing a new song to thee: I will play to thee on a psaltery of ten strings.

10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

[Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;

12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.

13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.

15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.

Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.