Psalms 144

¹By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.

²My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

³Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?

⁴Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.

⁵Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.

⁶Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

⁷Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

⁸Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood.

⁹O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.

¹⁰Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

¹¹Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,

¹²Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,

¹³Our garners `are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

¹⁴Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

¹⁵O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God `is' Jehovah!