| 144:1 |
<A Psalm. Of David.> Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting: |
| 144:2 |
He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people. |
| 144:3 |
Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account? |
| 144:4 |
Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone. |
| 144:5 |
Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke. |
| 144:6 |
With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction. |
| 144:7 |
Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men; |
| 144:8 |
In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit. |
| 144:9 |
I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords. |
| 144:10 |
It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword. |
| 144:11 |
Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit. |
| 144:12 |
Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house; |
| 144:13 |
Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields. |
| 144:14 |
Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places. |
| 144:15 |
Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord. |
