144 1 Blessed be Yahweh, my rock,
who trains my hands for war,
and my fingers for battle;
144 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.
144 3 O Yahweh, what is man that you regard him,
or the son of man that you think of him?
144 4 Man is like a breath,
his days are like a passing shadow.
144 5 Bow your heavens, O Yahweh, and come down!
Touch the mountains that they smoke!
144 6 Flash forth the lightning and scatter them,
send out your arrows and rout them!
144 7 Stretch forth your hand from on high,
rescue me and deliver me from the many waters,
from the hand of aliens,
144 8 whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
144 9 I will sing a new song to you, O God;
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
144 10 who gives victory to kings,
who rescues David your servant.
144 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.
144 12 May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace;
144 13 may our garners be full, providing all manner of store;
may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
144 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!
144 15 Happy the people to whom such blessings fall!
Happy the people whose God is Yahweh!