Psalms 144

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;	1 Hear, O Lord, my prayer: give ear to my supplication in thy truth: hear me in thy justice.
2 My safe guard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, My shield, in whom I trust, who subdues peoples under me.	2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight no man living shall be justified.
3 LORD, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?	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:
4 They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.	4 and my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is troubled.
5 LORD, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and make them smoke.	5 I remembered the days of old, I meditated on all thy works: I meditated upon the works of thy hands.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.	6 I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.
7 Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from the many waters; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.	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.
8 Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	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.
9 O God, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed lyre I will play for you.	9 Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord, to thee have I fled:
10 You give victory to kings; you delivered David your servant. From the menacing sword	10 teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God. Thy good spirit shall lead me into the right land:
11 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes. Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	11 for thy name's sake, O Lord, thou wilt quicken me in thy justice. Thou wilt bring my soul out of trouble:
12 May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, Our daughters, like carved columns, shapely as those of the temple.	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.
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.