PS 144:1 By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
PS 144:2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
PS 144:3 Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
PS 144:4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
PS 144:5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
PS 144:6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
PS 144:7 Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
PS 144:8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood.
PS 144:9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
PS 144:10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
PS 144:11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,
PS 144:12 Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
PS 144:13 Our garners `are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
PS 144:14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
PS 144:15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God `is' Jehovah!