Psalm 144

¹ Blessed be the LORD, my rock,
who trains my hands for war,
and my fingers for battle;

² he is my steadfast love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield and he in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples under me.

³ O LORD, what is man that you regard him,
or the son of man that you think of him?

⁴ Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down!
Touch the mountains so that they smoke!

⁶ Flash forth the lightning and scatter them;
send out your arrows and rout them!

⁷ Stretch out your hand from on high;
rescue me and deliver me from the many waters,
from the hand of foreigners,

⁸ whose mouths speak lies
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song to you, O God;
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,

¹⁰ who gives victory to kings,
who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword.

¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me
from the hand of foreigners,
whose mouths speak lies
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² May our sons in their youth
be like plants full grown;
may our daughters be like corner pillars
cut for the structure of a palace;

¹³ may our granaries be full,
providing all kinds of produce;
may our sheep bring forth thousands
and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴ may our cattle be heavy with young,
suffering no mishap or failure in bearing;
may there be no cry of distress in our streets!

¹⁵ Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!