Psalms 144
1The Praise of David himself.I will extol you, O God, my king. And I will bless your name, in this time and forever and ever.
2Throughout every single day, I will bless you. And I will praise your name, in this time and forever and ever.
3The Lord is great and exceedingly praiseworthy. And there is no end to his greatness.
4Generation after generation will praise your works, and they will declare your power.
5They will tell of the magnificent glory of your sanctity. And they will discourse of your wonders.
6And they will talk about the virtue of your terrible acts. And they will describe your greatness.
7They will shout about the memory of your abundant sweetness. And they will exult in your justice.
8The Lord is compassionate and merciful, patient and full of mercy.
9The Lord is sweet to all things, and his compassion is upon all his works.
10O Lord, may all your works confess to you, and let your holy ones bless you.
11They will speak of the glory of your kingdom, and they will declare your power,
12so as to make known to the sons of men your power and the glory of your magnificent kingdom.
13Your kingdom is a kingdom for all ages, and your dominion is with all, from generation to generation. The Lord is faithful in all his words and holy in all his works.
14The Lord lifts up all who have fallen down, and he sets upright all who have been thrown down.
15O Lord, all eyes hope in you, and you provide their food in due time.
16You open your hand, and you fill every kind of animal with a blessing.
17The Lord is just in all his ways and holy in all his works.
18The Lord is near to all who call upon him, to all who call upon him in truth.
19He will do the will of those who fear him, and he will heed their supplication and accomplish their salvation.
20The Lord watches over all who love him. And he will destroy all sinners.
21My mouth will speak the praise of the Lord, and may all flesh bless his holy name, in this time and forever and ever.
1Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
13That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.