Psalms, 144

1. [Of David] Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle,

1. <[A Psalm] of David.> Blessed [be] the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, [and] my fingers to fight:

2. my faithful love, my bastion, my citadel, my Saviour; I shelter behind him, my shield, he makes the peoples submit to me.

2. My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and [he] in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

3. Yahweh, what is a human being for you to notice, a child of Adam for you to think about?

3. LORD, what [is] man, that thou takest knowledge of him! [or] the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

4. Human life, a mere puff of wind, days as fleeting as a shadow.

4. Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.

5. Yahweh, part the heavens and come down, touch the mountains, make them smoke.

5. Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6. Scatter them with continuous lightning-flashes, rout them with a volley of your arrows.

6. Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

7. Stretch down your hand from above, save me, rescue me from deep waters, from the clutches of foreigners,

7. Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

8. whose every word is worthless, whose right hand is raised in perjury.

8. Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.

9. God, I sing to you a new song, I play to you on the ten-stringed lyre,

9. I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery [and] an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

10. for you give kings their victories, you rescue your servant David. From the sword of evil

10. [It is he] that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

11. save me, rescue me from the clutches of foreigners whose every word is worthless, whose right hand testifies to falsehood.

11. Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood:

12. May our sons be like plants growing tall from their earliest days, our daughters like pillars carved fit for a palace,

12. That our sons [may be] as plants grown up in their youth; [that] our daughters [may be] as corner stones, polished [after] the similitude of a palace:

13. our barns filled to overflowing with every kind of crop, the sheep in our pastures be numbered in thousands and tens of thousands,

13. [That] our garners [may be] full, affording all manner of store: [that] our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

14. our cattle well fed, free of raids and pillage, free of outcry in our streets.

14. [That] our oxen [may be] strong to labour; [that there be] no breaking in, nor going out; that [there be] no complaining in our streets.

15. How blessed the nation of whom this is true, blessed the nation whose God is Yahweh!

15. Happy [is that] people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy [is that] people, whose God [is] the LORD.