Psalms 144

144 ¹ Blessed be my Father, my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle— ² my covenant love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.

³ My Father, what is man that you take notice of him, the son of man that you think of him? ⁴ Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ My Father, bow your heavens and come down; touch the mountains, and they will smoke. ⁶ Flash your lightning and scatter them; shoot your arrows and rout them. ⁷ Stretch out your hand from on high; rescue me and deliver me from the mighty waters, from the hand of foreigners, ⁸ whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand swears falsely.

⁹ My Father, I will sing a new song to you; on a ten-stringed harp I will make music to you, ¹⁰ to the one who gives victory to kings, who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword.

¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand swears falsely.

¹² Then our sons will be like plants grown tall in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved for a palace. ¹³ Our barns will be full, supplying every kind of produce; our flocks will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields; ¹⁴ our cattle heavy with young, with no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of distress in our streets. ¹⁵ Blessed are the people to whom such things belong; blessed are the people who have our Father as their own.