Psalm 144

¹Blessed be the LORD, my rock,

who trains my hands to war,

and my fingers to battle—

²my loving kindness, my fortress,

my high tower, my deliverer,

my shield, and he in whom I take refuge,

who subdues my people under me.

³LORD, what is man, that you care for him?

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

⁴Man is like a breath.

His days are like a shadow that passes away.

⁵Part your heavens, LORD, and come down.

Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

⁶Throw out lightning, and scatter them.

Send out your arrows, and rout them.

⁷Stretch out your hand from above,

rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters,

out of the hands of foreigners,

⁸whose mouths speak deceit,

whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song to you, God.

On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

¹⁰You are he who gives salvation to kings,

who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners,

whose mouths speak deceit,

whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹²Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants,

our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

¹³Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision.

Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

¹⁴Our oxen will pull heavy loads.

There is no breaking in, and no going away,

and no outcry in our streets.

¹⁵Happy are the people who are in such a situation.

Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.