Psalms 144

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Hear, O Lord, my prayer: give ear to my supplication in thy truth: hear me in thy justice.	1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;
2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight no man living shall be justified.	2 My safe guard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, My shield, in whom I trust, who subdues peoples under me.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul: he hath brought down my life to the earth. He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old:	3 LORD, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?
4 and my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is troubled.	4 They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
5 I remembered the days of old, I meditated on all thy works: I meditated upon the works of thy hands.	5 LORD, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
6 I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.	6 Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.
7 Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit hath fainted away. Turn not away thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.	7 Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from the many waters; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.
8 Cause me to hear thy mercy in the morning; for in thee have I hoped. Make the way known to me, wherein I should walk: for I have lifted up my soul to thee.	8 Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.
9 Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord, to thee have I fled:	9 O God, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed lyre I will play for you.
10 teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God. Thy good spirit shall lead me into the right land:	10 You give victory to kings; you delivered David your servant. From the menacing sword
11 for thy name's sake, O Lord, thou wilt quicken me in thy justice. Thou wilt bring my soul out of trouble:	11 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes. Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.
12 and in thy mercy thou wilt destroy my enemies. And thou wilt cut off all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.	12 May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, Our daughters, like carved columns, shapely as those of the temple.
	13 May our barns be full with every kind of store. May our sheep increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields; may our oxen be well fattened.
	14 May there be no breach in the walls, no exile, no outcry in our streets.
	15 Happy the people so blessed; happy the people whose God is the LORD.