Psalm 144:5–15

5  sBow your heavens, O Lord, and come down!

tTouch the mountains so that they smoke!

6  uFlash forth the lightning and scatter them;

usend out your arrows and rout them!

7  vStretch out your hand from on high;

wrescue me and deliver me from the many waters,

from the hand xof foreigners,

8  whose mouths speak ylies

and whose right hand is za right hand of falsehood.

9  I will sing aa new song to you, O God;

upon aa ten-stringed harp I will play to you,

10  who gives victory to kings,

who brescues David his servant from the cruel sword.

11  Rescue me and deliver me

from the hand xof foreigners,

whose mouths speak ylies

and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12  May our sons in their youth

be like cplants full grown,

our daughters like dcorner pillars

cut for the structure of a palace;

13  emay our granaries be full,

fproviding 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;2

may there be no gcry of distress in our streets!

15  hBlessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!

iBlessed are the people whose God is the Lord!