Psalms 144 A Psalm of David. Blessed be Jehovah my Rock, who teaches my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

LITV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ A Psalm of David. Blessed be Jehovah my Rock, who teaches my hands for war, my fingers for battle. ² He is my mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield, and in Him I take refuge, in Him who humbles my people under me. ³ O Jehovah, what is man that You know him; the son of man, that you esteem him? ⁴ Man is like to vanity; his days are like a shadow that passes. ⁵ Bow down Your heavens, O Jehovah; and come down; touch the mountains and they shall smoke. ⁶ Flash out lightning and scatter them; send out Your arrows and confound them. ⁷ Send Your hand from above; rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of a foreigner's sons, ⁸ whose mouths have spoken vanity; and their right hand is a right hand of lies. ⁹ I will sing a new song to You, O God; I will sing praises to You on a harp of ten strings, ¹⁰ You who gives salvation to kings, who delivers His servant David from the evil sword. ¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me from the foreigners' sons, those whose mouths have spoken vanity; and their right hand is a right hand of lies; ¹² so that our sons may be like plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters like corner-stones hewn like a palace building; ¹³ and our storehouses may be full, furnishing kind to kind; our flocks may breed thousands and ten thousands outside, ¹⁴ our oxen laden; there is no break and no going out, and no crying in our plazas. ¹⁵ Blessed are the peoples that are so; blessed are the peoples whose God is Jehovah!