Psalms, Chapter 144

144:1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Yahweh my rock, Who teaches my hands to war, [And] my fingers to fight:
144:2 My loving-kindness and my fortress, My high tower and my deliverer; My shield and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdues my people under me.
144:3 Yahweh, what is man, that you take knowledge of him? Or the son of common man, that you make account of him?
144:4 Man is like vanity: His days are as a shadow that passes away.
144:5 Bow your heavens, O Yahweh, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
144:6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out your arrows, and discomfit them.
144:7 Stretch forth your hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;
144:8 Whose mouth speaks deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
144:9 I will sing a new song to you, O God: On a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to you.
144:10 You are he who gives salvation to kings; Who rescues David his slave from the hurtful sword.
144:11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaks deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
144:12 That our sons will be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as cornerstones cut after the fashion of a palace;
144:13 [That] our garners are full, affording all manner of store, [And] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
144:14 [That] our oxen are well laden; [That there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:
144:15 Happy is the people who is in such a case; [Yes,] happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.

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