Psalm
Of David.*
144 Blessed be Jehovah my Rock,+
Who is teaching my hands for fighting,+
My fingers for warfare;
2 My loving-kindness and my stronghold,+
My secure height and my Provider of escape for me,+
3 O Jehovah, what is man* that you should notice him,+
The son of mortal man*+ that you should take account of him?
6 Lighten with lightning that you may scatter them;+
Send out your arrows that you may throw them into confusion.+
7 Thrust your hands out from the height;+
Set me free and deliver me from the many waters,+
From the hand of the foreigners,*+
8 Whose mouth has spoken what is untrue+
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.+
9 O God, a new song I will sing to you.+
On an instrument of ten strings I will make melody to you,+
10 The One giving salvation to kings,+
The One setting David his servant free from the injurious sword.+
11 Set me free and deliver me from the hand of the foreigners,+
Whose mouth has spoken what is untrue+
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood,+
12 Who [say]: “Our sons are like little plants grown up in their youth,+
Our daughters like corners carved in palace style,
13 Our garners full, furnishing products of one sort after another,*+
Our flocks multiplying by thousands, ten thousand to one, in our streets,
14 Our cattle loaded down, without any rupture and with no abortion,+
And with no outcry in our public squares.+