Chapter Text
144:1 Of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, My fingers for battle;
144:2 My lovingkindness and my fortress, My stronghold and my deliverer, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.
144:3 O Yahweh, what is man, that You know him? Or the son of man, that You think of him?
144:4 Man is like a breath; His days are like a passing shadow.
144:5 O Yahweh, bow Your heavens, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
144:6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Send out Your arrows and confuse them.
144:7 Send forth Your hand from on high; Set me free and deliver me out of many waters, Out of the hand of foreigners
144:8 Whose mouth speaks worthlessness, And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.
144:9 O God, I will sing a new song to You; Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
144:10 Who gives salvation to kings, Who sets David His servant free from the evil sword.
144:11 Set me free and deliver me out of the hand of the sons of a foreigner, Whose mouth speaks worthlessness And whose right hand is a right hand of lying.
144:12 That our sons would be as grown‑up plants in their youth, And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;
144:13 That our granaries would be full, furnishing every kind of produce, And our flocks would bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields outside;
144:14 That our cattle would bear Without mishap and without loss, And without outcry in our streets!
144:15 How blessed are the people for whom this is so; How blessed are the people for whom God is Yahweh!