Psalms 144

KING JAMES BIBLE	NEW JERUSALEM
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:	1 [Of David] Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle,
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people 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 is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!	3 Yahweh, what is a human being for you to notice, a child of Adam for you to think about?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.	4 Human life, a mere puff of wind, days as fleeting as a shadow.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.	5 Yahweh, part the heavens and come down, touch the mountains, make them smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.	6 Scatter them with continuous lightning-flashes, rout them with a vol ey of your arrows.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;	7 Stretch down your hand from above, save me, rescue me from deep waters, from the clutches offoreigners,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.	8 whose every word is worthless, whose right hand is raised in perjury.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.	9 God, I sing to you a new song, I play to you on the ten-stringed lyre,
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.	10 for you give kings their victories, you rescue your servant David. From the sword of evil
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:	11 save me, rescue me from the clutches of foreigners whose every word is worthless, whose righthand testifies to falsehood.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:	12 May our sons be like plants growing tal from their earliest days, our daughters like pil ars carved fitfor a palace,
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:	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 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.	14 our cattle wel fed, free of raids and pil age, free of outcry in our streets.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.	15 How blessed the nation of whom this is true, blessed the nation whose God is Yahweh!