[1] Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, Who teaches my hands to war, And my
fingers to battle: [2] My lovingkindness, my fortress, My high tower, my
deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdues my
people under me. [3] Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the
son of man, that you think of him? [4] Man is like a breath. His days
are like a shadow that passes away. [5] Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come
down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke. [6] Throw out lightning,
and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them. [7] Stretch out
your hand from above, Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters,
Out of the hands of foreigners; [8] Whose mouths speak deceit, Whose
right hand is a right hand of falsehood. [9] I will sing a new song to you,
God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you. [10] You are he
who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues David, his servant, from the
deadly sword. [11] Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of
foreigners, Whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right
hand of falsehood. [12] Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants,
Our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace. [13] Our barns are
full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth
thousands and ten thousands in our fields. [14] Our oxen will pull heavy
loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, And no outcry in
our streets. [15] Happy are the people who are in such a situation.
Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh. Psalm 145 A praise psalm by
David.
