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Psalms 144
ASV
American Standard Version · 1901
DBY
Darby Bible · 1890
1 Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, Andmy fingers to fight:
1 Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
2My 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.
2 My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!
3Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
4Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
7Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
8Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
8 Whose 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 of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
9 OGod, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
10Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
11Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their 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;
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
13Whenour garners are full, affording all manner of store, Andour sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;