OEBcth - Psalms - 144

144:1  Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.

144:2  My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.

144:3  Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?

144:4  They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.

144:5  Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.

144:6  Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.

144:7  Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

144:8  who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.

144:9  O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.

144:10  For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.

144:11  Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.

144:12  May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.

144:13  May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.

144:14  May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.

144:15  Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.