Psalms 144:1-14

¹Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.

²My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.

³Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?

⁴They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.

⁵Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.

⁶Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.

⁷Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

⁸who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.

⁹O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.

¹⁰For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.

¹¹Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.

¹²May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.

¹³May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.

¹⁴May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.