Psalms 143

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 A psalm of David. LORD, hear my prayer; in your faithfulness listen to my pleading; answer me in your justice.	1 A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
2 Do not enter into judgment with your servant; before you no living being can be just.	2 My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 The enemy has pursued me; they have crushed my life to the ground. They have left me in darkness like those long dead.	3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 My spirit is faint within me; my heart is dismayed.	4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 I remember the days of old; I ponder all your deeds; the works of your hands I recall.	5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 I stretch out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land. Selah	6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Hasten to answer me, LORD; for my spirit fails me. Do not hide your face from me, lest I become like those descending to the pit.	7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 At dawn let me hear of your kindness, for in you I trust. Show me the path I should walk, for to you I entrust my life.	8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 Rescue me, LORD, from my foes, for in you I hope.	9 To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 Teach me to do your will, for you are my God. May your kind spirit guide me on ground that is level.	10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11 For your name's sake, LORD, give me life; in your justice lead me out of distress.	11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
12 In your kindness put an end to my foes; destroy all who attack me, for I am your servant. Psalm	12 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
	13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
	14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
	15 They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.