Rotherham - Psalms - 144

144:1  Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:

144:2  My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge,—He that subdueth my people under me.

144:3  O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him,—the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:

144:4  The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.

144:5  O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:

144:6  Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:

144:7  Put forth thy hands from on high:—Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,

144:8  Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.

144:9  O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee,—On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

144:10  Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.

144:11  Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien,—whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood:—

144:12  That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young,—Our daughters, like corner pillars,—carved, in the construction of a palace:

144:13  Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:

144:14  Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing,—and no loud lament in our places of concourse:—

144:15  How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!