Psalm 144

A Song to the Lord Who Preserves and Prospers His People

A Psalm of David.

1 Blessed be the Lord my Rock, aWho trains my hands for war,

And my fingers for battle—

2 My lovingkindness and my fortress,

My high tower and my deliverer,

My shield and the One in whom I take refuge,

Who subdues 1my people under me.

3 bLord, what is man, that You take knowledge of him?

Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?

4 cMan is like a breath;

dHis days are like a passing shadow.

5 eBow down Your heavens, O Lord, and come down;

fTouch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6 gFlash forth lightning and scatter them;

Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.

7 Stretch out Your hand from above;

Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters,

From the hand of foreigners,

8 Whose mouth hspeaks 2lying words,

And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

9 I will ising a new song to You, O God;

On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,

10 The One who gives 3salvation to kings,

jWho delivers David His servant

From the deadly sword.

11 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners,

Whose mouth speaks lying words,

And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood—

12 That our sons may be kas plants grown up in their youth;

That our daughters may be as 4pillars,

Sculptured in palace style;

13 That our barns may be full,

Supplying all kinds of produce;

That our sheep may bring forth thousands

And ten thousands in our fields;

14 That our oxen may be well laden;

That there be no 5breaking in or going out;

That there be no outcry in our streets.

15 lHappy are the people who are in such a state;

Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!