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Psalms 144

Prayer for rescue. A happy people described.

A Psalm of David.

¹Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, Who teaches my hands to war, And my fingers to battle:

²My lovingkindness, my fortress, My high tower, my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdues my people under me.

³Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

⁴Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

⁵Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

⁶Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

⁷Stretch out your hand from above, Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hands of foreigners;

⁸Whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

¹⁰You are he who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, Whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹²Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, Our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

¹³Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

¹⁴Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, And no outcry in our streets.

¹⁵Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.

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