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Salmo de David.

144 Bendito sea Jehová, mi roca,

Quien adiestra mis manos para la batalla,

Y mis dedos para la guerra;

Misericordia mía y mi castillo,

Fortaleza mía y mi libertador,

Escudo mío, en quien he confiado;

El que sujeta a mi pueblo debajo de mí.

Oh Jehová, ¿qué es el hombre, para que en él pienses,

O el hijo de hombre, para que lo estimes?(A)

El hombre es semejante a la vanidad;

Sus días son como la sombra que pasa.

Oh Jehová, inclina tus cielos y desciende;

Toca los montes, y humeen.

Despide relámpagos y disípalos,

Envía tus saetas y túrbalos.

Envía tu mano desde lo alto;

Redímeme, y sácame de las muchas aguas,

De la mano de los hombres extraños,

Cuya boca habla vanidad,

Y cuya diestra es diestra de mentira.

Oh Dios, a ti cantaré cántico nuevo;

Con salterio, con decacordio cantaré a ti.

10 Tú, el que da victoria a los reyes,

El que rescata de maligna espada a David su siervo.

11 Rescátame, y líbrame de la mano de los hombres extraños,

Cuya boca habla vanidad,

Y cuya diestra es diestra de mentira.

12 Sean nuestros hijos como plantas crecidas en su juventud,

Nuestras hijas como esquinas labradas como las de un palacio;

13 Nuestros graneros llenos, provistos de toda suerte de grano;

Nuestros ganados, que se multipliquen a millares y decenas de millares en nuestros campos;

14 Nuestros bueyes estén fuertes para el trabajo;

No tengamos asalto, ni que hacer salida,

Ni grito de alarma en nuestras plazas.

15 Bienaventurado el pueblo que tiene esto;

Bienaventurado el pueblo cuyo Dios es Jehová.

144 (0) By David:

(1) Blessed be Adonai, my rock,
who trains my hands for war
and my fingers for battle.
He shows me grace; and he is my fortress,
my stronghold, in whom I find shelter,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues my people under me.

Adonai, what are mere mortals,
that you notice them at all;
humans, that you think about them?
Man is like a puff of wind,
his days like a fleeting shadow.

Adonai, lower the heavens, and come down;
touch the mountains, make them pour out smoke.
Shoot out lightning, and scatter them;
send out your arrows, and rout them.
Reach out your hands from on high;
rescue me; save me out of deep water,
out of the power of strangers,
whose mouths speak worthless words
and whose right hands swear false oaths.

God, I will sing a new song to you;
sing praises to you with a ten-stringed harp.
10 You give kings their victories;
you save your servant David from the cruel sword.
11 Rescue me, save me from the power of strangers,
whose mouths speak worthless words
and whose right hands swear false oaths.

12 Our sons in their youth will be
like full-grown saplings,
our daughters will be like sculptured pillars
fit for the corner of a palace.
13 Our barns are full with crops of every kind;
the sheep in our fields number thousands, tens of thousands.
14 our oxen are well-fed,
our city walls have no breach,
our people are not taken captive,
and there are no cries of protest in our cities’ open places.
15 How happy the people who live in such conditions!
How happy the people whose God is Adonai!

Psalm 144

Of David.

Praise be to the Lord my Rock,(A)
    who trains my hands for war,
    my fingers for battle.
He is my loving God and my fortress,(B)
    my stronghold(C) and my deliverer,
my shield,(D) in whom I take refuge,
    who subdues peoples[a](E) under me.

Lord, what are human beings(F) that you care for them,
    mere mortals that you think of them?
They are like a breath;(G)
    their days are like a fleeting shadow.(H)

Part your heavens,(I) Lord, and come down;(J)
    touch the mountains, so that they smoke.(K)
Send forth lightning(L) and scatter(M) the enemy;
    shoot your arrows(N) and rout them.
Reach down your hand from on high;(O)
    deliver me and rescue me(P)
from the mighty waters,(Q)
    from the hands of foreigners(R)
whose mouths are full of lies,(S)
    whose right hands(T) are deceitful.(U)

I will sing a new song(V) to you, my God;
    on the ten-stringed lyre(W) I will make music to you,
10 to the One who gives victory to kings,(X)
    who delivers his servant David.(Y)

From the deadly sword(Z) 11 deliver me;
    rescue me(AA) from the hands of foreigners(AB)
whose mouths are full of lies,(AC)
    whose right hands are deceitful.(AD)

12 Then our sons in their youth
    will be like well-nurtured plants,(AE)
and our daughters will be like pillars(AF)
    carved to adorn a palace.
13 Our barns will be filled(AG)
    with every kind of provision.
Our sheep will increase by thousands,
    by tens of thousands in our fields;
14     our oxen(AH) will draw heavy loads.[b]
There will be no breaching of walls,(AI)
    no going into captivity,
    no cry of distress in our streets.(AJ)
15 Blessed is the people(AK) of whom this is true;
    blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 144:2 Many manuscripts of the Masoretic Text, Dead Sea Scrolls, Aquila, Jerome and Syriac; most manuscripts of the Masoretic Text subdues my people
  2. Psalm 144:14 Or our chieftains will be firmly established