Psalms 144

¹A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.

²He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.

³Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!

⁴Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.

⁵Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.

⁶Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.

⁷Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,

⁸Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.

¹⁰It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:

¹²That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:

¹³That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:

¹⁴That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.

¹⁵Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.

¹Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

²My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

³Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

⁴Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

⁷Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

⁸Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

¹²That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

¹³That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

¹⁴That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

¹⁵Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.