Psalm 144

Of David.

Blessed be Yahweh, my rock,

Who trains my hands for war,

My fingers for battle;

My lovingkindness and my fortress,

My stronghold and my deliverer,

My shield and He in whom I take refuge,

Who subdues my people under me.

O Yahweh, what is man, that You know him?

Or the son of man, that You think of him?

Man is like a breath;

His days are like a passing shadow.

O Yahweh, bow Your heavens, and come down;

Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

Flash forth lightning and scatter them;

Send out Your arrows and confuse them.

Send forth Your hand from on high;

Set me free and deliver me out of many waters,

Out of the hand of foreigners

Whose mouth speaks worthlessness,

And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.

O God, I will sing a new song to You;

Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,

Who gives salvation to kings,

Who sets David His servant free from the evil sword.

Set me free and deliver me out of the hand of the sons of a foreigner,

Whose mouth speaks worthlessness

And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.

That our sons would be as grown‑up plants in their youth,

And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;

That our granaries would be full, furnishing every kind of produce,

And our flocks would bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields outside;

That our cattle would bear

Without mishap and without loss,

And without outcry in our streets!

How blessed are the people for whom this is so;

How blessed are the people for whom God is Yahweh!