144 Blessed be Yahweh, my rock,
the one who trains my hands for battle,
my fingers for war—
² my loyal love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, and one in whom I take refuge,
the one who subdues peoples^[b] under me.
³ O Yahweh, what is humankind that you take knowledge of him,
or the son of man that you take thought of him?
⁴ Humankind is like a breath,
his days like a passing shadow.
⁵ O Yahweh, bow the heavens and come down;
touch the mountains so that they smoke.
⁶ Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
dispatch your arrows and rout them.
⁷ Stretch out your hands from on high;
Rescue me and deliver me from many waters,
from the hand of foreigners,
⁸ whose mouth speaks falsely,
and their right hand is a false right hand.
⁹ O God, I will sing a new song to you.
With a lyre of ten strings I will sing praise to you,
¹⁰ who gives victory to kings,
who rescues David his servant
from the evil sword.
¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me
from the hand of foreigners,
whose mouth speaks falsely,
and whose right hand is a false right hand,
¹² that our sons may be like plants,
full grown in their youth,
our daughters like corner pillars,
carved in the style of a palace,
¹³ that our granaries may be full,
providing produce of all kinds,^[c]
that our sheep may produce by the thousands,
by the tens of thousands in our open fields,
¹⁴ that our cattle may be pregnant;
that there be no breach in our walls,
and no going out in exile,
and no outcry in our plazas.
¹⁵ Blessed are the people who have it thus.
Blessed are the people whose God is Yahweh.