Psalm 144

Of David.

¹Praise be to the Lord my Rock,

who trains my hands for war,

my fingers for battle.

²He is my loving God and my fortress,

my stronghold and my deliverer,

my shield, in whom I take refuge,

who subdues peoples under me.

³Lord, what are human beings that you care for them,

mere mortals that you think of them?

⁴They are like a breath;

their days are like a fleeting shadow.

⁵Part your heavens, Lord, and come down;

touch the mountains, so that they smoke.

⁶Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy;

shoot your arrows and rout them.

⁷Reach down your hand from on high;

deliver me and rescue me

from the mighty waters,

from the hands of foreigners

⁸whose mouths are full of lies,

whose right hands are deceitful.

⁹I will sing a new song to you, my God;

on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,

¹⁰to the One who gives victory to kings,

who delivers his servant David.

From the deadly sword ¹¹deliver me;

rescue me from the hands of foreigners

whose mouths are full of lies,

whose right hands are deceitful.

¹²Then our sons in their youth

will be like well-nurtured plants,

and our daughters will be like pillars

carved to adorn a palace.

¹³Our barns will be filled

with every kind of provision.

Our sheep will increase by thousands,

by tens of thousands in our fields;

¹⁴our oxen will draw heavy loads.

There will be no breaching of walls,

no going into captivity,

no cry of distress in our streets.

¹⁵Blessed is the people of whom this is true;

blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.