Psalms 144

1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

2 He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.

3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?

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

5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.

7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,

8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—

10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.

11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.

13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.

14 Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.

15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.

1 ¶ [A Psalm] of David. Blessed [be] the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, [and] my fingers to fight:

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 [is] man, that thou takest knowledge of him! [or] the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

4 Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.

5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.

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 [It is he] that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful 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:

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 [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 [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 [is that] people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy [is that] people, whose God [is] the LORD.

1 A psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my stronghold, which teacheth my hands to fight, and my fists to war,

2 My goodness, and my fortress, my refuge, and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I trust, that compelleth my people under me.

3 O LORD, what is man, that thou art so mindful of him? and the child of man, that thou hast such regard for him?

4 Man is as nothing; his time passeth away like a shadow.

5 O LORD, incline thy heavens, and descend; touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6 Let thy lightning flash, and scatter them: shoot thy beams, and scatter them.

7 Send thine hand from on high, and deliver me, and deliver me from great waters, from the hand of strange children,

8 Whose doctrine is not profitable, and their works are false.

9 God, I will sing unto thee a new song; I will play unto thee upon the psaltery of ten strings.

10 Who givest victory unto kings, and deliverest thy servant David from the murderous sword of the wicked.

11 Deliver me also, and deliver me out of the hand of strange children, whose doctrine is not profitable, and whose works are false,

12 That our sons may grow up in their youth like plants, and our daughters like hewn out oriels, like palaces,

13 And our storehouses shall be full, which may give out one store after another; and our flocks shall bear a thousand and an hundred thousand in our villages;

14 That our oxen may work much: that there be no hurt, neither loss, nor complaint in our streets.

15 Blessed are the people, to whom it is so. But blessed are the people, whose God is the LORD!