Psalms 144

¹ Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, Who is teaching my hands for the attack, My fingers for the battle, ² My Benignity and my Fastness, My Impregnable Retreat and my Deliverance for me, My Shield; in Him I take refuge, The One bringing down the peoples under me. ³ O Yahweh, what is a human that You should acknowledge him, A son of a mortal that You should take account of him? ⁴ A human is like a transitory breath, His days like a passing shadow. ⁵ O Yahweh, stretch out Your heavens that You may descend; Touch the mountains that they may smoke. ⁶ Make lightning flash that You may scatter them; Send Your arrows that You may discomfit them. ⁷ Put forth Your hands from the height; Set me loose and rescue me from the great waters, From the hand of a foreigner's sons, ⁸ Whose mouth speaks hypocrisy, And their right hand is a false right hand. ⁹ O Elohim, let me sing a new song to You; On a zither of ten strings let me make melody to You, ¹⁰ Who are giving salvation to kings, Who are setting loose His servant David from the vicious sword. ¹¹ Set me loose and rescue me from the hand of a foreigner's sons, Whose mouth speaks hypocrisy, And their right hand is a false right hand: ¹² That our sons be like plants grown great in their youth, Our daughters like cornerposts sculptured as in palace style, ¹³ Our garners be filled with harvested crops from one sort to every sort, Our flock become thousands, ten thousands in our open places, ¹⁴ And our domestic animals strong for bearing burdens There will be no breaching of walls, And there will be no going forth in defeat; There will be no fearful yelling in our squares. ¹⁵ Happy is the people for whom it is thus; Happy is the people whose Elohim is Yahweh.