Chapter 144

Blessed Be the LORD, My Rock

Of David.

¹Blessed be the LORD, my Rock,

who trains my hands for war,

my fingers for battle.

²He is my steadfast love and my fortress,

my stronghold and my deliverer.

He is my shield, in whom I take refuge,

who subdues peoples^a under me.

³O LORD, what is man, that You regard him,

the son of man that You think of him?

⁴Man is like a breath;

his days are like a passing shadow.

⁵Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down;

touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

⁶Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them;

shoot Your arrows and rout them.

⁷Reach down from on high;

set me free and rescue me

from the deep waters,

from the grasp of foreigners,

⁸whose mouths speak falsehood,

whose right hands are deceitful.

⁹I will sing to You a new song, O God;

on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—

¹⁰to Him who gives victory to kings,

who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.

¹¹Set me free and rescue me

from the grasp of foreigners,

whose mouths speak falsehood,

whose right hands are deceitful.

¹²Then our sons will be like plants

nurtured in their youth,

our daughters like corner pillars

carved to adorn a palace.

¹³Our storehouses will be full,

supplying all manner of produce;

our flocks will bring forth thousands,

tens of thousands in our fields.

¹⁴Our oxen will bear great loads.^b

There will be no breach in the walls,

no going into captivity,

and no cry of lament in our streets.

¹⁵Blessed are the people of whom this is so;

blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.