| 144 | Psalms | ||
| 1 | Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; | War Hymn & the Fruits of Victory,. Psalm 144(v143) | |
| 2 | my rock and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues the peoples under him. | ||
| 3 | O Yahweh, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him? | ||
| 4 | Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow. | ||
| 5 | Bow your heavens, O Yahweh, and come down! Touch the mountains that they smoke! | ||
| 6 | Flash forth the lightning and scatter them, send out your arrows and rout them! | ||
| 7 | Stretch forth your hand from on high, rescue me and deliver me from the many waters, from the hand of aliens, | ||
| 8 | whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. | ||
| 9 | I will sing a new song to you, O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you, | ||
| 10 | who gives victory to kings, who rescues David your servant. | ||
| 11 | Rescue me from the cruel sword, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. | ||
| 12 | May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace; | ||
| 13 | may our garners be full, providing all manner of store; may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields; | ||
| 14 | may our cattle be heavy with young, suffering no mischance or failure in bearing; may there be no cry of distress in our streets! | ||
| 15 | Happy the people to whom such blessings fall! Happy the people whose God is Yahweh! | ||
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