Psalms 144

1[ of David.] Blessed the Yahuah my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight: 2My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. 3Yahuah, what man, that you takest knowledge of him! the son of man, that you makest account of him! 4Man is like to vanity: his days as a shadow that passeth away. 5Bow your heavens, O Yahuah, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. 6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them. 7Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children; 8Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand a right hand of falsehood. 9I will sing a new song unto you, O Elohim: upon a psaltery an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto you. 10that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword. 11Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand a right hand of falsehood: 12That our sons as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner stones, polished the similitude of a palace: 13our garners full, affording all manner of store: our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: 14our oxen strong to labour; no breaking in, nor going out; that no complaining in our streets. 15Happy people, that is in such a case: , happy people, whose Elohim the Yahuah.