Psalms 144
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PSALM 144
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Psalm of David.
1O blessed ever be the Lord,
who is my strength and might,
Who doth instruct my hands to war,
my fingers teach to fight.
2My goodness, fortress, my high tow'r,
deliverer, and shield,
In whom I trust: who under me
my people makes to yield.
3Lord, what is man, that thou of him
dost so much knowledge take?
Or son of man, that thou of him
so great account dost make?
4Man is like vanity; his days,
as shadows, pass away.
5Lord, bow thy heav'ns, come down, touch thou
the hills, and smoke shall they.
6Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;
thine arrows shoot, them rout.
7Thine hand send from above, me save;
from great depths draw me out;
And from the hand of children strange,
8Whose mouth speaks vanity;
And their right hand is a right hand
that works deceitfully.
9A new song I to thee will sing,
Lord, on a psaltery;
I on a ten-string'd instrument
will praises sing to thee.
10Ev'n he it is that unto kings
salvation doth send;
Who his own servant David doth
from hurtful sword defend.
11O free me from strange children's hand,
whose mouth speaks vanity;
And their right hand a right hand is
that works deceitfully.
12That, as the plants, our sons may be
in youth grown up that are;
Our daughters like to corner-stones,
carv'd like a palace fair.
13That to afford all kind of store
our garners may be fill'd;
That our sheep thousands, in our streets
ten thousands they may yield.
14That strong our oxen be for work,
that no in-breaking be,
Nor going out; and that our streets
may from complaints be free.
15Those people blessed are who be
in such a case as this;
Yea, blessed all those people are,
whose God JEHOVAH is.
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Psalms 144
144
Prayer for National Deliverance and Security
Of David.
1Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2my rock#144.2 With 18.2 and 2 Sam 22.2: Heb my steadfast love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues the peoples#144.2 Heb Mss Syr Aquila Jerome: MT my people under me.
3O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them,
or mortals that you think of them?
4They are like a breath;
their days are like a passing shadow.
5Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
touch the mountains so that they smoke.
6Make the lightning flash and scatter them;
send out your arrows and rout them.
7Stretch out your hand from on high;
set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters,
from the hand of aliens,
8whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hands are false.
9I will sing a new song to you, O God;
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
10the one who gives victory to kings,
who rescues his servant David.
11Rescue me from the cruel sword,
and deliver me from the hand of aliens,
whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hands are false.
12May our sons in their youth
be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars,
cut for the building of a palace.
13May our barns be filled,
with produce of every kind;
may our sheep increase by thousands,
by tens of thousands in our fields,
14and may our cattle be heavy with young.
May there be no breach in the walls,#144.14 Heb lacks in the walls no exile,
and no cry of distress in our streets.
15Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
happy are the people whose God is the Lord.
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