Psalms 144 Blessed be LORD, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,

ACV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Blessed be LORD, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight, ² my loving kindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me. ³ LORD, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him? ⁴ Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away. ⁵ Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. ⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them. ⁷ Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens, ⁸ whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. ⁹ I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee. ¹⁰ Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword. ¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. ¹² That our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, and our daughters as cornerstones hewn according to the fashion of a palace, ¹³ our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields, ¹⁴ our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets, ¹⁵ blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is LORD.