Psalm 144

Revised Geneva Translation

144 Blessed be the LORD, my strength; Who teaches my hands to fight and my fingers to battle,

² my goodness and my fortress, my tower and my deliverer, my shield. I trust in Him Who subdues my people under me.

³ LORD, what is man that You regard him, the son of man that You think upon him?

⁴ Man is like vanity, his days like a shadow that vanishes.

⁵ Bow Your heavens, O LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth the lightning and scatter them. Shoot out Your arrows and consume them.

⁷ Send Your hand from above. Deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,

⁸ whose mouth talks vanity. And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song to You, O God—sing to You upon a viol, an instrument of ten strings—

¹⁰ Who gives deliverance to kings, rescues David, His servant, from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talks vanity; and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

¹² so that our sons may be as the plants (growing up in their youth) and our daughters as the cornerstones (sculpted in the likeness of a palace);

¹³ so that our corners may be full—abounding with diverse sorts — and that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streets;

¹⁴ so that our oxen may be strong to labor; so that there is no invasion nor going out nor crying in our streets.

¹⁵ Blessed are the people who are so. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD. A Psalm of David, of praise