Psalm 144

New Coverdale Version

Blessed be the Lord my strength, * who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight,

My hope and my fortress, my stronghold and deliverer, my defender in whom I trust, * who subdues the peoples under me.

O Lord, what is man, that you have shown such respect to him, * or the son of man, that you so regard him?

Man is like a thing of nought; * his time passes away like a shadow.

Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down; * touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Cast forth your lightning and scatter them; * shoot out your arrows and consume them.

Send down your hand from above; * deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, from the hand of strangers,

Whose mouth talks of vain things, * and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

I will sing a new song unto you, O God, * and sing praises unto you upon a ten-stringed lute.

You have given victory to kings, * and have delivered David your servant from the peril of the sword.

Save me, and deliver me from the hand of strangers, * whose mouth talks of vain things, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood;

That our sons may grow up as young plants, * and that our daughters may be as the polished corners of the temple,

That our storehouses may be full and plenteous with all manner of grain, * that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,

That our oxen may be strong to labor, that there be no decay, * no leading into captivity, and no outcry in our streets.

Happy are the people of whom this is so; * indeed, blessed are the people who have the Lord for their God.