Chapter 144
1 Blessed be Yahweh , my rock , who trains my hands to war , and my fingers to battle —
2 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 .
3 Yahweh , what is man , that you care for him ? Or the son of man , that you think of him ?
4 Man is like a breath . His days are like a shadow that passes away .
5 Part your heavens , Yahweh , and come down . Touch the mountains , and they will smoke .
6 Throw out lightning , and scatter them . Send out your arrows , and rout them .
7 Stretch out your hand from above , rescue me , and deliver me out of great waters , out of the hands of foreigners ,
8 whose mouths speak deceit , whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood .
9 I will sing a new song to you , God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you .
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings , who rescues David , his servant , from the deadly sword .
11 Rescue me , and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners , whose mouths speak deceit , whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood .
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants , our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace .
13 Our barns are full , filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields .
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in , and no going away , and no outcry in our streets .
15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh .