Psalms 144

¹ A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

² my rock and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues the peoples under him.

³ O LORD, what is man that thou dost regard him, or the son of man that thou dost think of him?

⁴ Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down! Touch the mountains that they smoke!

⁶ Flash forth the lightning and scatter them, send out thy arrows and rout them!

⁷ Stretch forth thy hand from on high, rescue me and deliver me from the many waters, from the hand of aliens,

⁸ whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song to thee, O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to thee,

¹⁰ who givest victory to kings, who rescuest David thy servant.

¹¹ Rescue me from the cruel sword, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace;

¹³ may our garners be full, providing all manner of store; may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴ may our cattle be heavy with young, suffering no mischance or failure in bearing; may there be no cry of distress in our streets!

¹⁵ Happy the people to whom such blessings fall! Happy the people whose God is the LORD!