Psalm 144 – The Warrior’s Song

144 Of David.

144 Blest be the Lord my rock,

who trains my hands for war,

my fingers for fighting.

2 My rock and my fortress,

my tower, my deliverer,

my shield, behind whom I take refuge,

who lays nations low at my feet.

3 Lord, what are mortals

that you care for them,

humans,

that you think of them?

4 They are like a breath,

their days as a shadow that passes.

5 Lord, bow your heavens and come down:

touch the hills, so that they smoke.

6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them,

your arrows send forth and confound them.

7 Stretch out your hand from on high;

pluck me out of the mighty waters,

out of the hands of foreigners,

8 who speak with the mouth of falsehood,

and lift their right hand to swear lies.

9 O God, a new song I would sing you,

on a ten-stringed harp make you music.

10 For to kings you give the victory,

and David your servant you save.

11 Snatch me from the cruel sword,

rescue me from the hand of foreigners,

who speak with the mouth of falsehood,

and lift their right hand to swear lies.