Psalm 144:1-15
Of David.*
144 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* under me.+
3 O Jehovah, what is man* that you should notice him,+The son of mortal man*+ 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,*+
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,*+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!+
Footnotes
^ LXXVg add, “against Goliath.”
^ “Peoples,” TSy and many Heb. mss; MLXXVg, “my people.”
^ “Mortal man.” Heb., ʼenohshʹ.
^ Or, “earthling man.” Heb., ʼa·dhamʹ.
^ Lit., “sons of a foreign (country).”
^ Lit., “from sort to sort.”
