King James VersionPsalms144

Psalms

1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which tea­cheth my hands to war, and my fin­gers to fight:
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.
15 Hap­py is that peo­ple, that is in such a case: yea, hap­py is that peo­ple, whose God is the LORD.