Psalm 144 | Liturgical Calendar

1

Blessed be the Lord my strength, *

who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight,

2

My hope and my fortress, my stronghold and deliverer, my defender in whom I trust, *

who subdues the peoples under me.

3

O Lord, what is man, that you have shown such respect to him, *

or the son of man, that you so regard him?

4

Man is like a thing of nought; *

his time passes away like a shadow.

5

Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down; *

touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6

Cast forth your lightning and scatter them; *

shoot out your arrows and consume them.

7

Send down your hand from above; *

deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, from the hand of strangers,

8

Whose mouth talks of vain things, *

and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

9

I will sing a new song unto you, O God, *

and sing praises unto you upon a ten-stringed lute.

10

You have given victory to kings *

and have delivered David your servant from the peril of the sword.

11

Save me, and deliver me from the hand of strangers, *

whose mouth talks of vain things, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood;

12

That our sons may grow up as young plants, *

and that our daughters may be as the polished corners of the temple,

13

That our storehouses may be full and plenteous with all manner of gain, *

that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,

14

That our oxen may be strong to labor, that there be no decay, *

no leading into captivity, and no outcry in our streets.

15

Happy are the people of whom this is so; *

indeed, blessed are the people who have the Lord for their God.