Psalms 144

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	KING JAMES BIBLE
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war;	1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 My safe guard and my fortress, my stronghold, my deliverer, My shield, in whom I trust, who subdues peoples under me.	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.
3 LORD, what are mortals that you notice them; human beings, that you take thought of them?	3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 They are but a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.	4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 LORD, incline your heavens and come; touch the mountains and make them smoke.	5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter my foes; shoot your arrows and rout them.	6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7 Reach out your hand from on high; deliver me from the many waters; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.	7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 O God, a new song I will sing to you; on a ten-stringed lyre I will play for you.	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.
10 You give victory to kings; you delivered David your servant. From the menacing sword	10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreign foes. Their mouths speak untruth; their right hands are raised in lying oaths.	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:
12 May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, Our daughters, like carved columns, shapely as those of the temple.	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:
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.	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:
14 May there be no breach in the walls, no exile, no outcry in our streets.	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.
15 Happy the people so blessed; happy the people whose God is the LORD.	15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.