Old Testament · Poetry and wisdom

Psalms chapter 144

, my , deserves all — he trains my hands for battle, my fingers for war.He is my and my , my stronghold and my , my —the one I take shelter behind. He subdues peoples under me.Yahweh, what are that you even notice them? What are that you give them any thought?A human life is just a — our days pass like a drifting by.Yahweh, and come down— touch the mountains and make them .Hurl your and scatter them— shoot your and throw them into panic.Reach down from the heights— pull me out of the , rescue me from the grip of whose mouths speak nothing but , whose .God, I will sing you a — on a I will make music for you,you who give to kings, who rescued David, your , from the . and pull me free from the grip of foreigners whose mouths speak nothing but lies, whose right hands are raised in false oaths.Then our sons will be like , fully grown in their youth. Our daughters will be like , shaped to adorn a palace.Our will be full, overflowing with every kind of provision. Our flocks will multiply by thousands, by in our fields.Our cattle will be . There will be no in our walls, no , no in our streets. the people who have all this— life is good for the people whose God is Yahweh.