Psalms 144

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1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;	1 David. Benedictus Dominus, adiutor meus, qui docet manus meas ad proelium et digitos meos ad bellum.
2 My safe guard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, My shield, in whom I trust, who subdues peoples under me.	2 Misericordia mea et fortitudo mea, refugium meum et liberator meus; scutum meum, et in ipso speravi, qui subdit populum meum sub me.
3 LORD, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?	3 Domine, quid est homo, quod agnoscis eum, aut filius hominis, quod reputas eum?
4 They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.	4 Homo vanitati similis factus est, dies eius sicut umbra praeteriens.
5 LORD, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and make them smoke.	5 Domine, inclina caelos tuos et descende; tange montes, et fumigabunt.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.	6 Fulgura coruscationem et dissipa eos; emitte sagittas tuas et conturba eos.
7 Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from the many waters; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.	7 Emitte manum tuam de alto; eripe me et libera me de aquis multis, de manu filiorum alienigenarum,
8 Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	8 quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera mendacii.
9 O God, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed lyre I will play for you.	9 Deus, canticum novum cantabo tibi, in psalterio decachordo psallam tibi,
10 You give victory to kings; you delivered David your servant. From the menacing sword	10 qui das salutem regibus, qui redimis David servum tuum de gladio maligno.
11 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes. Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	11 Eripe me et libera me de manu filiorum alienigenarum, quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera mendacii.
12 May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, Our daughters, like carved columns, shapely as those of the temple.	12 Filii nostri sicut novellae crescentes in iuventute sua; filiae nostrae sicut columnae angulares, sculptae ut structura templi.
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 Promptuaria nostra plena, redundantia omnibus bonis; oves nostrae in milibus innumerabiles in campis nostris,
14 May there be no breach in the walls, no exile, no outcry in our streets.	14 boves nostrae crassae. Non est ruina maceriae neque egressus neque clamor in plateis nostris.
15 Happy the people so blessed; happy the people whose God is the LORD.	15 Beatus populus, cui haec sunt; beatus populus, cui Dominus est Deus.