144 Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, (and) my fingers to fight:
2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Stretch forth thy hand from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens;
8 Whose mouth speaketh deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, and our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
13 (When) our garners are full, affording all manner of store, (and) our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 (When) our oxen are well laden; (when there is) no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets:
15 Happy is the people that is in such a case; (yea), happy is the people whose God is Jehovah.