144 Blessed be Yahweh, my rock,
    who teaches my hands to war,
    and my fingers to battle:
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.