Psalm 144

¹Blessed be Jehovah my rock,

Who teacheth my hands to war,

And my fingers to fight:

²My lovingkindness, and my fortress,

My high tower, and my deliverer;

My shield, and he in whom I take refuge;

Who subdueth my people under me.

³Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him?

Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

⁴Man is like to vanity:

His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down:

Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶Cast forth lightning, and scatter them;

Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

⁷Stretch forth thy hand from above;

Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters,

Out of the hand of aliens;

⁸Whose mouth speaketh deceit,

And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song unto thee, O God:

Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings;

Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens,

Whose mouth speaketh deceit,

And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹²When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth,

And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

¹³When our garners are full, affording all manner of store,

And our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴When our oxen are well laden;

When there is no breaking in, and no going forth,

And no outcry in our streets:

¹⁵Happy is the people that is in such a case;

Yea, happy is the people whose God is Jehovah.