Psalm 144

The Voice

³ O Eternal One, what is man, that You even care to know him?
    or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?
⁴ Humans are like a passing breath;
    their time on earth is like a shadow that passes over us during the day and soon is gone.

⁵ Eternal One, stretch out an opening in the heavens, and descend.
    Touch the mountains, and make them smoke.
⁶ Send forth bolts of lightning, and scatter my enemies.
    Shoot Your fiery arrows, and rout the enemy.
⁷ Reach down from Your high place;
    save me out of the great waters;
    rescue me from the grasp of these foreigners
⁸ Who speak only lies
    and don’t have truth in their deeds.

⁹ To You, my God, I will sing a new song;
    I will sing Your sweet praises to the sound of a ten-stringed harp,
¹⁰ For You deliver kings from their enemies
    and You rescue Your servant, David, from the sword of evil.
¹¹ Rescue me,
    and save me from the grasp of these foreigners
Who speak only lies
    and don’t have truth in their deeds.

¹² May our sons be like healthy plants
    as they grow and mature,
And may our daughters be like the corner pillars
    that decorate a palace.
¹³ May our storehouses be full
    with abundant supplies of every crop,
And may the flocks of our fields
    multiply into thousands and tens of thousands!
¹⁴ May our cattle be strong and productive,
    without miscarriage, without loss,
    and may there be no riots or protests in our streets!

¹⁵ Happy are the people for whom all this is true;
    happy are the people whose God is the Eternal!