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A King Thanks God for Victory[a]

144 Praise the Lord, my protector!
He trains me for battle
    and prepares me for war.
He is my protector and defender,
    my shelter and savior,
    in whom I trust for safety.
He subdues the nations under me.

(A)Lord, what are mortals, that you notice them;
    mere mortals, that you pay attention to us?
We are like a puff of wind;
    our days are like a passing shadow.

O Lord, tear the sky open and come down;
    touch the mountains, and they will pour out smoke.
Send flashes of lightning and scatter your enemies;
    shoot your arrows and send them running.
Reach down from above,
    pull me out of the deep water, and rescue me;
    save me from the power of foreigners,
    who never tell the truth
    and lie even under oath.

I will sing you a new song, O God;
    I will play the harp and sing to you.
10 You give victory to kings
    and rescue your servant David.
11 Save me from my cruel enemies;
    rescue me from the power of foreigners,
    who never tell the truth
    and lie even under oath.

12 May our sons in their youth
    be like plants that grow up strong.
May our daughters be like stately columns
    which adorn the corners of a palace.
13 May our barns be filled
    with crops of every kind.
May the sheep in our fields
    bear young by the tens of thousands.
14 May our cattle reproduce plentifully
    without miscarriage or loss.
May there be no cries of distress in our streets.

15 Happy is the nation of whom this is true;
    happy are the people whose God is the Lord!

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 144:1 HEBREW TITLE: By David.

Psalm 144

Prayer for National Deliverance and Security

Of David.

Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
    who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle,(A)
my rock[a] and my fortress,
    my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
    who subdues the peoples[b] under me.(B)

O Lord, what are humans that you regard them,
    or mortals that you think of them?(C)
They are like a breath;
    their days are like a passing shadow.(D)

Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
    touch the mountains so that they smoke.(E)
Make the lightning flash and scatter them;
    send out your arrows and rout them.(F)
Stretch out your hand from on high;
    set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters,
    from the hand of foreigners,(G)
whose mouths speak lies
    and whose right hands are false.(H)

I will sing a new song to you, O God;
    upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,(I)
10 the one who gives victory to kings,
    who rescues his servant David.(J)
11 Rescue me from the cruel sword,
    and deliver me from the hand of aliens,
whose mouths speak lies,
    and whose right hands are false.(K)

12 May our sons in their youth
    be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars,
    cut for the building of a palace.(L)
13 May our barns be filled
    with produce of every kind;
may our sheep increase by thousands,
    by tens of thousands in our fields,
14     and may our cattle be heavy with young.
May there be no breach in the walls,[c] no exile,
    and no cry of distress in our streets.

15 Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
    happy are the people whose God is the Lord.(M)

Footnotes

  1. 144.2 Cn: Heb my steadfast love
  2. 144.2 Q ms Heb mss Syr Aquila Jerome: MT my people
  3. 144.14 Heb lacks in the walls

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!

144 1-2 Blessed be God, my mountain,
    who trains me to fight fair and well.
He’s the bedrock on which I stand,
    the castle in which I live,
    my rescuing knight,
The high crag where I run for dear life,
    while he lays my enemies low.

3-4 I wonder why you care, God
    why do you bother with us at all?
All we are is a puff of air;
    we’re like shadows in a campfire.

5-8 Step down out of heaven, God;
    ignite volcanoes in the hearts of the mountains.
Hurl your lightnings in every direction;
    shoot your arrows this way and that.
Reach all the way from sky to sea:
    pull me out of the ocean of hate,
    out of the grip of those barbarians
Who lie through their teeth,
    who shake your hand
    then knife you in the back.

9-10 O God, let me sing a new song to you,
    let me play it on a twelve-string guitar—
A song to the God who saved the king,
    the God who rescued David, his servant.

11 Rescue me from the enemy sword,
    release me from the grip of those barbarians
Who lie through their teeth,
    who shake your hand
    then knife you in the back.

12-14 Make our sons in their prime
    like sturdy oak trees,
Our daughters as shapely and bright
    as fields of wildflowers.
Fill our barns with great harvest,
    fill our fields with huge flocks;
Protect us from invasion and exile—
    eliminate the crime in our streets.

15 How blessed the people who have all this!
How blessed the people who have God for God!