Psalms 144

KING JAMES BIBLE	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:	1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;
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 safe guard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, My shield, in whom I trust, who subdues peoples under me.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!	3 LORD, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.	4 They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.	5 LORD, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.	6 Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;	7 Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from the many waters; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.	8 Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.
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 O God, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed lyre I will play for you.
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.	10 You give victory to kings; you delivered David your servant. From the menacing sword
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 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes. Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.
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 well nurtured from their youth, Our daughters, like carved columns, shapely as those of the temple.
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 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 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 May there be no breach in the walls, no exile, no 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 Happy the people so blessed; happy the people whose God is the LORD.