Moff by section PSA 144:1

Psalm 144

A song of David.

144 Blest be the Eternal One, my Strength,

who trains my hands to war,

my fingers how to fight!–

2 my Crag, my Stronghold, my Fortalice and Deliverer,

the Shield behind whom I shelter,

the subduer of nations before me!

3 [[What is man that thou should’st care for him,

or mortal man that thou should’st think of him?

4 Man is like a passing breath,

his days are like a flitting shadow.]]

5 Eternal One, come down upon the bending heavens,

touch the mountains till they smoke,

6 flash lightning out to scatter my foes,

shoot thine arrows to discomfit them;

7 reach from on high to raise me from these floods,

rescue me from these alien hordes,

8 with lies upon their lips,

with right hand raised in a false oath!

9 O God, I would sing thee a new song,

and play to thee on a ten-stringed lute,

10 O thou who makest kings victorious,

who savest thy servant David.

Save me from peril of the sword,

11 rescue me from these alien hodres,

with lies upon their lips,

with right hand raised in a false oath!

12 May our sons be straight and strong like saplings,

our daughters like cornices carved in a palace!

13 May our barns be bursting with all sorts of produce,

may our sheep in the fields multiply in myriads!

14 May our rulers be strong, may nothing go wrong–

no raids or retreats, no panic in our streets!

15 Happy the nation that so fares!

Happy the nations whose God is the Eternal!