Psalms 144

A Song to the Lord Who Preserves and Prospers His People

¹Blessed be the Lord my Rock,

Who trains my hands for war,

And my fingers for battle—

²My lovingkindness and my fortress,

My high tower and my deliverer,

My shield and the One in whom I take refuge,

Who subdues my people under me.

³Lord , what is man, that You take knowledge of him?[#2 Sam. 22:35; Ps. 18:34]

Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?

⁴Man is like a breath;[#Job 7:17; Ps. 8:4; Heb. 2:6]

His days are like a passing shadow.

⁵Bow down Your heavens, O Lord , and come down;[#Job 8:9; 14:2; Ps. 102:11]

Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶Flash forth lightning and scatter them;[#Ps. 104:32]

Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.

⁷Stretch out Your hand from above;

Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters,

From the hand of foreigners,

⁸Whose mouth speaks lying words,[#Ps. 18:13, 14]

And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song to You, O God;[#Ps. 12:2]

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

¹⁰The One who gives salvation to kings,

Who delivers David His servant

From the deadly sword.

¹¹Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners,

Whose mouth speaks lying words,

And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood—

¹²That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth;[#Ps. 18:50]

That our daughters may be as pillars,

Sculptured in palace style;

¹³That our barns may be full,

Supplying all kinds of produce;

That our sheep may bring forth thousands

And ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴That our oxen may be well laden;

That there be no breaking in or going out;

That there be no outcry in our streets.

¹⁵Happy are the people who are in such a state;[#Ps. 128:3]

Happy are the people whose God is the Lord !