The Book of Psalms

Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples

(a)

under me.

O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?

Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.

Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,

whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—

to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.

Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.

Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.

Our oxen will bear great loads.(b) There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.

Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.

(a)144:2 Many Hebrew manuscripts, DSS, Syriac; most Hebrew manuscripts subdues my people

(b)144:14 Or Our chieftains will be firmly established

Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.