| 144.1 |
Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle: |
| 144.2 |
my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues my people under me. |
| 144.3 |
Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him? |
| 144.4 |
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away. |
| 144.5 |
Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke. |
| 144.6 |
Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them. |
| 144.7 |
Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners; |
| 144.8 |
whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
| 144.9 |
I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you. |
| 144.10 |
You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword. |
| 144.11 |
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
| 144.12 |
Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace. |
| 144.13 |
Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields. |
| 144.14 |
Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets. |
| 144.15 |
Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh. |
