Psalms 144

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