Psalms 144

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	NEW JERUSALEM
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;	1 [Of David] Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle,
2 My safe guard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, My shield, in whom I trust, who subdues peoples under me.	2 my faithful love, my bastion, my citadel, my Saviour; I shelter behind him, my shield, he makes thepeoples submit to me.
3 LORD, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?	3 Yahweh, what is a human being for you to notice, a child of Adam for you to think about?
4 They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.	4 Human life, a mere puff of wind, days as fleeting as a shadow.
5 LORD, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and make them smoke.	5 Yahweh, part the heavens and come down, touch the mountains, make them smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.	6 Scatter them with continuous lightning-flashes, rout them with a vol ey of your arrows.
7 Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from the many waters; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.	7 Stretch down your hand from above, save me, rescue me from deep waters, from the clutches offoreigners,
8 Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	8 whose every word is worthless, whose right hand is raised in perjury.
9 O God, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed lyre I will play for you.	9 God, I sing to you a new song, I play to you on the ten-stringed lyre,
10 You give victory to kings; you delivered David your servant. From the menacing sword	10 for you give kings their victories, you rescue your servant David. From the sword of evil
11 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes. Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	11 save me, rescue me from the clutches of foreigners whose every word is worthless, whose righthand testifies to falsehood.
12 May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, Our daughters, like carved columns, shapely as those of the temple.	12 May our sons be like plants growing tal from their earliest days, our daughters like pil ars carved fitfor a palace,
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.	13 our barns fil ed to overflowing with every kind of crop, the sheep in our pastures be numbered inthousands and tens of thousands,
14 May there be no breach in the walls, no exile, no outcry in our streets.	14 our cattle wel fed, free of raids and pil age, free of outcry in our streets.
15 Happy the people so blessed; happy the people whose God is the LORD.	15 How blessed the nation of whom this is true, blessed the nation whose God is Yahweh!