Psalms, 144

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0. A Psalm of David.

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

1. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

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 rock and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues the peoples under him.

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

3. O LORD, what is man that thou dost regard him, or the son of man that thou dost think of him?

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

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

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 that they smoke!

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

6. Flash forth the lightning and scatter them, send out thy arrows and rout them!

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

7. Stretch forth thy hand from on high, rescue me and deliver me from the many waters, from the hand of aliens,

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

8. whose mouths speak lies, and whose 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 to thee, O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to thee,

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

10. who givest victory to kings, who rescuest David thy servant.

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

11. Rescue me from the cruel sword, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouths speak lies, and whose 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. May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure 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. may our garners be full, providing all manner of store; may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

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

14. may our cattle be heavy with young, suffering no mischance or failure in bearing; may there be no cry of distress in our streets!

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

15. Happy the people to whom such blessings fall! Happy the people whose God is the LORD!