144:1 Of David. Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
144:2 He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
144:3 O LORD, what is man that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him?
144:4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow.
144:5 Part your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
144:6 Send forth lightning and scatter the enemies; shoot your arrows and rout them.
144:7 Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hands of foreigners
144:8 whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
144:9 I will sing a new song to you, O God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,
144:10 to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword.
144:11 Deliver me and rescue me from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
144:12 Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
144:13 Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields;
144:14 our oxen will draw heavy loads. There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.
144:15 Blessed are the people of whom this is true; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
144:2 He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
144:3 O LORD, what is man that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him?
144:4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow.
144:5 Part your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
144:6 Send forth lightning and scatter the enemies; shoot your arrows and rout them.
144:7 Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hands of foreigners
144:8 whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
144:9 I will sing a new song to you, O God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,
144:10 to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword.
144:11 Deliver me and rescue me from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
144:12 Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
144:13 Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields;
144:14 our oxen will draw heavy loads. There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.
144:15 Blessed are the people of whom this is true; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.