Psalms - Chapter 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!