Psalms 143
1A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
2My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
12Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
13Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
14Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
15They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
1Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
2And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
6I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
7Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
10Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name’s sake: for thy righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.