A Song to the Lord Who Preserves and Prospers His People
A Psalm of David.
1Blessed be the Lord my Rock,
Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle—
2My lovingkindness and my fortress,
My high tower and my deliverer,
My shield and the One in whom I take refuge,
Who subdues 144:2 So with MT, LXX, Vg.; Syr., Tg. the peoples (cf. 18:47)my people under me.
3Lord, what is man, that You take knowledge of him?
Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?
4Man is like a breath;
His days are like a passing shadow.
5Bow down Your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them.
7Stretch out Your hand from above;
Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters,
From the hand of foreigners,
8Whose mouth speaks 144:8 empty or worthlesslying words,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9I will sing a new song to You, O God;
On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
10The One who gives 144:10 deliverancesalvation to kings,
Who delivers David His servant
From the deadly sword.
11Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners,
Whose mouth speaks lying words,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood—
12That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth;
That our daughters may be as 144:12 corner pillarspillars,
Sculptured in palace style;
13That our barns may be full,
Supplying all kinds of produce;
That our sheep may bring forth thousands
And ten thousands in our fields;
14That our oxen may be well laden;
That there be no 144:14 Lit. breachbreaking in or going out;
That there be no outcry in our streets.
15Happy are the people who are in such a state;
Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!