Psalms 144:2-14 in English

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

³ Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

⁴ Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

⁷ Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰ Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

¹³ When our garners are full, affording all manner of store, And our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴ When our oxen are well laden; When there is no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:

² Every day will I bless thee, and I will praise thy name for ever and ever.

³ The Lord is great, and greatly to be praised; and there is no end of his greatness.

⁴ Generation after generation shall praise thy works, and tell of thy power.

⁵ And they shall speak of the glorious majesty of thy holiness, and recount thy wonders.

⁶ And they shall speak of the power of thy terrible acts; and recount thy greatness.

⁷ They shall utter the memory of the abundance of thy goodness, and shall exult in thy righteousness.

⁸ The Lord is compassionate, and merciful; long-suffering, and abundant in mercy.

⁹ The Lord is good to those that wait on him; and his compassions are over all his works.

¹⁰ Let all thy works, O Lord, give thanks to thee; and let thy saints bless thee.

¹¹ They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, and talk of thy dominion;

¹² to make known to the sons of men thy power, and the glorious majesty of thy kingdom.

¹³ Thy kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and thy dominion endures through all generations.

^13a The Lord is faithful in his words, and holy in all his works.

¹⁴ The Lord supports all that are falling, and sets up all that are broken down.

² My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

³ LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

⁴ Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

⁷ Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰ It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

¹² That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

¹³ That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

¹⁴ That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

² My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

³ LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

⁴ Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

⁷ Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰ It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

¹² That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

¹³ That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

¹⁴ That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

² Every day will I bless you, and I will praise your name for ever and ever.

³ The Lord is great, and greatly to be praised; and there is no end to his greatness.

⁴ Generation after generation shall praise your works, and tell of your power.

⁵ And they shall speak of the glorious majesty of your holiness, and recount your wonders.

⁶ And they shall speak of the power of your terrible acts; and recount your greatness.

⁷ They shall utter the memory of the abundance of your goodness, and shall exult in your righteousness.

⁸ The Lord is compassionate, and merciful; long suffering, and abundant in mercy.

⁹ The Lord is good to those that wait on him; and his compassions are over all his works.

¹⁰ Let all your works, O Lord, give thanks to you; and let your saints bless you.

¹¹ They shall speak of the glory of your kingdom, and talk of your dominion;

¹² to make known to the sons of men your power, and the glorious majesty of your kingdom.

¹³ Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and your dominion endures through all generations. The Lord is faithful in his words, and holy in all his works.

¹⁴ The Lord supports all that are falling, and sets up all that are broken down.

² My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

³ LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

⁴ Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.

⁷ Stretch forth thine hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strangers;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰ It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters as corner stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

¹³ When our garners are full, affording all manner of store; and our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴ When our oxen are well laden; when there is no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets;

² He is the one who protects me; he is like a fortress DOU in which I am safe, he protects me like shields protect soldiers MET, and he gives me refuge. He defeats other nations and then puts them under my power.

³ Yahweh, we people are very insignificant/unimportant, so why ◄are you concerned/do you care about us► RHQ? It is amazing to me that you pay attention to humans.

⁴ The time that we live is as short as SIM a puff of wind; our time to live disappears like a shadow does.

⁵ Yahweh, ◄tear open/open up► the sky and come down! Touch the mountains in order that smoke will pour out from them!

⁶ Cause lightning to flash with the result that your enemies will run away! Shoot your arrows at them and cause them to ◄run away/scatter►.

⁷ It is as though my enemies surround me like a flood; reach your hand down from heaven and rescue me from them SYN. They are men from other countries

⁸ who SYN always tell lies. Even in a courtroom where they swear to tell the truth they tell lies.

⁹ God, I will sing a new song to you, and I will play my ten-stringed harp while I sing to you.

¹⁰ You enable kings to defeat their enemies; and you rescued me, your servant David, from being killed by my enemies' swords.

¹¹ So I ask you to save me from being killed by the swords that those evil people carry. Rescue me from the power MTY of those foreigners who SYN always tell lies, and who raise their right hands in courtrooms when they solemnly declare that they will tell the truth.

¹² I wish/hope that our young sons will grow up to be like strong plants SIM, and I wish/hope that our daughters will grow up to be straight and tall like the pillars SIM that stand in the corners of palaces.

¹³ I wish/hope that our barns will be full of many different crops. I wish/hope that the sheep in our fields will give birth to tens of thousands of baby lambs.

¹⁴ I wish/hope that our cows will give birth to many calves without having any miscarriages or deaths when they are born (OR, that no enemies will break through our city walls and take us ◄into exile/to their own countries►). I wish/hope that there will not be a time when the people in our streets cry out in distress because foreign armies are invading.

² Every day will I bless you, and I will praise your name for ever and ever.

³ The Lord is great, and greatly to be praised; and there is no end to his greatness.

⁴ Generation after generation shall praise your works, and tell of your power.

⁵ And they shall speak of the glorious majesty of your holiness, and recount your wonders.

⁶ And they shall speak of the power of your terrible acts; and recount your greatness.

⁷ They shall utter the memory of the abundance of your goodness, and shall exult in your righteousness.

⁸ The Lord is compassionate, and merciful; long suffering, and abundant in mercy.

⁹ The Lord is good to those that wait on him; and his compassions are over all his works.

¹⁰ Let all your works, O Lord, give thanks to you; and let your saints bless you.

¹¹ They shall speak of the glory of your kingdom, and talk of your dominion;

¹² to make known to the sons of men your power, and the glorious majesty of your kingdom.

¹³ Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and your dominion endures through all generations. The Lord is faithful in his words, and holy in all his works.

¹⁴ The Lord supports all that are falling, and sets up all that are broken down.

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

² He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.

³ Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?

⁴ Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.

⁵ Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.

⁶ With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.

⁷ Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;

⁸ In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.

⁹ I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.

¹⁰ It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.

¹¹ Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.

¹² Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;

¹³ Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

¹⁴ Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.

² My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!

³ Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?

⁴ Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;

⁶ Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:

⁷ Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:

¹⁰ Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:

¹³ Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;

¹⁴ Our kine laden with young; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.

² Every day I will bless thee: and I will praise thy name for ever; yea, for ever and ever.

³ Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised: and of his greatness there is no end.

⁴ Generation and generation shall praise thy works: and they shall declare thy power.

⁵ They shall speak of the magnificence of the glory of thy holiness: and shall tell thy wondrous works.

⁶ And they shall speak of the might of thy terrible acts: and shall declare thy greatness.

⁷ They shall publish the memory of the abundance of thy sweetness: and shall rejoice in thy justice.

⁸ The Lord is gracious and merciful: patient and plenteous in mercy.

⁹ The Lord is sweet to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works.

¹⁰ Let all thy works, O lord, praise thee: and let thy saints bless thee.

¹¹ They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom: and shall tell of thy power:

¹² To make thy might known to the sons of men: and the glory of the magnificence of thy kingdom.

¹³ Thy kingdom is a kingdom of all ages: and thy dominion endureth throughout all generations. The Lord is faithful in all his words: and holy in all his works.

¹⁴ The Lord lifteth up all that fall: and setteth up all that are cast down.

² He is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.

³ Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?

⁴ Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.

⁵ Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.

⁶ Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!

⁷ Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.

⁸ They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.

⁹ God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,

¹⁰ to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.

¹¹ Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.

¹² Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support a palace.

¹³ Our storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.

¹⁴ Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.

² He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.

³ Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!

⁴ Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.

⁵ Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.

⁷ Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,

⁸ Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.

¹⁰ It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:

¹² That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:

¹³ That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:

¹⁴ That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.

² My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.

³ LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

⁴ Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

⁷ Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

⁹ O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

¹⁰ Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

¹² We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

¹³ Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

¹⁴ Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;

² My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth my people under me.

³ Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

⁴ Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: Shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

⁷ Send thine hand from above; Rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, From the hand of strange children;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰ It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: Who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, Whose mouth speaketh vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

¹² That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; That our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

¹³ That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: That our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

¹⁴ That our oxen may be strong to labour; That there be no breaking in, nor going out; That there be no complaining in our streets.

² My kindness, and my strong-hold; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

³ Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!

⁴ Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.

⁷ Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

⁹ O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰ Thou art he that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.

¹¹ Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.

¹² So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.

¹³ May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.

¹⁴ May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.

² Every day will I bless thee, And I will praise thy name forever and ever.

³ The Lord is great, and greatly to be praised; And there is no end of his greatness.

⁴ Generation after generation shall praise thy works, And tell of thy power.

⁵ And they shall speak of the glorious majesty of thy holiness, And recount thy wonders.

⁶ And they shall speak of the power of thy terrible acts; And recount thy greatness.

⁷ They shall utter the memory of the abundance of thy goodness, And shall exult in thy righteousness.

⁸ The Lord is compassionate, and merciful; Long-suffering, and abundant in mercy.

⁹ The Lord is good to those that wait on him; And his compassions are over all his works.

¹⁰ Let all thy works, O Lord, give thanks to thee; And let thy saints bless thee.

¹¹ They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, And talk of thy dominion;

¹² To make known to the sons of men thy power, And the glorious majesty of thy kingdom.

¹³ Thy kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, And thy dominion endures through all generations.

^13a The Lord is faithful in his words, And holy in all his works.

¹⁴ The Lord supports all that are falling, And sets up all that are broken down.

² He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples under me.

³ LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

⁴ Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!

⁶ Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!

⁷ Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,

⁸ Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!

⁹ I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;

¹⁰ To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!

¹¹ Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!

¹² That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those of a palace!

¹³ That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.

¹⁴ That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

¹¹ Snatch 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

¹¹ Snatch 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.

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

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

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

² my cheshed ·loving-kindness·, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

⁹ I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing zahmar ·musical praise· to you.

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

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

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

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

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

² You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.

³ Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?

⁴ Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.

⁶ Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.

⁷ Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.

⁸ Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,

¹⁰ who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.

¹¹ Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.

¹² May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.

¹³ May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

¹⁴ Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

² My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

³ LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

⁴ Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵ Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot thy arrows, and destroy them.

⁷ Send thy hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song to thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises to thee.

¹⁰ It is he that giveth salvation to kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹ Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

¹² That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

¹³ That our granaries may be full, affording all manner of store; that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

¹⁴ That our oxen may be strong to labor; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

² my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

² My mercy, and my refuge; my taker-up, and my deliverer. My defender, and I hoped in him; and thou makest subject my people under me.

³ Lord, what is a man, for thou hast made thyself known to him; either the son of man, for thou areckonest him of some value?

⁴ A man is made like vanity; his days pass as a shadow.

⁵ Lord, bow down thine heavens, and come thou down; touch thou the hills, and they shall make smoke.

⁶ Light thou shining, and thou shalt scatter them; send thou out thine arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

⁷ Send out thine hand from on high, ravish me out, and deliver thou me from many waters; and from the hand of alien sons.

⁸ The mouth of whom spake vanity; and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness.

⁹ God, I shall sing to thee a new song; I shall say psalm to thee in psaltery of ten strings.

¹⁰ Which givest health to kings, which again-boughtest David, thy servant; from the wicked sword ravish thou out me.

¹¹ And deliver thou me from the hand of alien sons; the mouth of which spake vanity, and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness.

¹² Whose sons be as new plantings in their youth. The daughters of them be arrayed; adorned about as the likeness of a temple.

¹³ The cellars of them be full; bring-ing out from this vessel into that, or from one vessel into another. The sheep of them be with lambs, plenteous or abounding in their goings out;

¹⁴ their kine be fat. There is no falling of their wall, neither passing over of it; neither cry is in the streets of them.

² My mercy, and my refuge; my taker up, and my deliverer. My defender, and I hoped in him; and thou makest subject my people under me. (My mercy, and my refuge; my defender, and my deliverer. Yea, my defender, and in whom I trust; and thou makest the peoples to be subject under me.)

³ Lord, what is a man, for thou hast made (thyself) known to him; either the son of man, for thou areckonest him of some value? (Lord, what is man, that thou hast taken notice of him? or that thou carest for him? or the son of a man, that thou reckonest, or esteemest, him of some value?)

⁴ A man is made like vanity; his days pass as shadow. (A person is but like vanity, yea, but a puff of air; his days pass like a shadow.)

⁵ Lord, bow down thine heavens, and come thou down; touch thou the hills, and they shall make smoke.

⁶ Light thou shining, and thou shalt scatter them, (or Send thou forth thy lightning, and thou shalt scatter thy enemies); send thou out thine arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

⁷ Send out thine hand from on high, ravish me out, and deliver thou me from many waters; and from the hand of alien sons. (Send out thy hand from on high, and take me out of here, that is, rescue me; save thou me from the deep waters, and from the power of foreigners, or of strangers.)

⁸ The mouth of whom spake vanity (or Their mouths spoke lies); and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness.

⁹ God, I shall sing to thee a new song; I shall say psalm to thee in psaltery of ten strings (or I shall sing a song to thee to the strains of a ten-stringed lute).

¹⁰ Which givest health to kings, which again-boughtest David, thy servant; from the wicked sword ravish thou out me. (Who givest salvation, or deliverance, to kings, and redeemest thy servant David; rescue thou me from the wicked sword.)

¹¹ And deliver thou me from the hand of alien sons; the mouth of which spake vanity, and the right hand of them is the right hand of wickedness. (And save thou me from the power of foreigners, or of strangers; whose mouths spoke lies, and whose right hands be the right hands of wickedness, that is, they always break their oaths, or their pledges.)

¹² Whose sons be as new plantings in their youth. The daughters of them be arrayed; adorned about as the likeness of a temple. (May our sons be like plants fully grown in their youth; may our daughters be arrayed, or adorned, like a palace.)

¹³ The cellars of them be full; bringing out from this vessel into that, or from one vessel into another. The sheep of them be with lambs, plenteous in their goings out; (May our cellars be full; and we be able to bring forth from this vessel into that one, or and we be able to bring forth from one vessel into another. May our sheep be with lambs; yea, plentiful and innumerable.)

¹⁴ their kine be fat. There is no falling of their wall, neither passing over (of it); neither cry is in the streets of them. (May all our kine be fat; and be there no parting in the walls of their wombs, nor any passing over of them. And may there be no cries of distress in all our streets.)

² My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

³ Jehovah, what is man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?

⁴ Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.

⁵ Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.

⁶ Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

⁷ Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

⁸ Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.

¹⁰ Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

¹¹ Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

¹² Because our sons are as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,

¹³ Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

¹⁴ Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.