Psalm 144

1Blessed be Yahweh my rock, who trains my hands for battle and my fingers for war.

2My steadfast love and fortress, my high tower and deliverer, my shield in whom I trust, who subdues my people beneath me.

3Yahweh, what is man that you know him, or the son of man that you consider him?

4Man is like vanity; his days are like a passing shadow.

5Yahweh, bend your heavens and descend; touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6Hurl lightning and shatter them; send your arrows and crush them.

7Send your hands from above; rescue me and deliver me from great waters, from the hand of foreigners.

8whose mouths speak lies, and their right hand is a right hand of deceit.

9O God, I will sing a new song to you; on a ten-stringed psaltery I will sing praises to you.

10He who grants deliverance to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the harmful sword.

11Free me and deliver me from the hand of foreign sons whose mouths speak lies, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12That our sons are like plants grown tall in their youth, our daughters like hewn corners to a palace's likeness.

13Our garners full, yielding every kind of store; our flocks bearing thousands, multiplying in our fields.

14Our captains bear burdens, with no breach, no going out, and no cry in our streets.

15Happy are the people for whom it is so. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.