Psalms, 144

Of David.^*1

¹ Blessed be Jehovah my Rock, Who is teaching my hands for fighting, My fingers for warfare;

² My loving-kindness and my stronghold, My secure height and my Provider of escape for me, My shield and the One in whom I have taken refuge, The One subduing peoples^*1 under me.

³ O Jehovah, what is man^*1 that you should notice him, The son of mortal man^*2 that you should take account of him?

⁴ Man himself bears resemblance to a mere exhalation; His days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ O Jehovah, bend down your heavens that you may descend; Touch the mountains that they may smoke.

⁶ Lighten with lightning that you may scatter them; Send out your arrows that you may throw them into confusion.

⁷ Thrust your hands out from the height; Set me free and deliver me from the many waters, From the hand of the foreigners,^*1

⁸ Whose mouth has spoken what is untrue And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ O God, a new song I will sing to you. On an instrument of ten strings I will make melody to you,

¹⁰ The One giving salvation to kings, The One setting David his servant free from the injurious sword.

¹¹ Set me free and deliver me from the hand of the foreigners, Whose mouth has spoken what is untrue And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

¹² Who [say]: “Our sons are like little plants grown up in their youth, Our daughters like corners carved in palace style,

¹³ Our garners full, furnishing products of one sort after another,^*1 Our flocks multiplying by thousands, ten thousand to one, in our streets,

¹⁴ Our cattle loaded down, without any rupture and with no abortion, And with no outcry in our public squares.

¹⁵ Happy is the people for whom it is just like [that]!” Happy is the people whose God is Jehovah!