144  A song by David.

1 Blessed be Yahweh, my stable base,

who trains my hands for war

≈ and my fingers for battle.

2 You’re my fortress and show your loyal commitment to me.

You’re my high tower and the one who rescues me,

my shield and the one I trust for my protection—

the one who subdues other nations under me.

3 Yahweh, what’s humankind that you take notice of them?

Why do you even consider humanity?[ref]

4 People are like a puff of air—

here one minute and gone the next.

5 Yahweh, cause your sky to bend over and come down.

Touch the mountains and make them active.

6 Flash your lightning and scatter your enemies.

Send your arrows and drive them away.

7 Reach your hand down from above.

Save me and rescue me from the surging waters—

away from being controlled by foreigners

8 who always tell lies,

even when they promise to tell the truth.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God.

I’ll play the ten-stringed instrument for you

10 who saves kings from their enemies—

the one who rescued his servant David from a deadly sword.

11 Rescue me from being controlled by foreigners

who always tell lies,

even when they promise to tell the truth.

12 May our sons be like plants that grow large even when they’re still young

and our daughters grow like carved corner pillars in a palace.

13 May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce,

and may the sheep in our fields produce thousands, even tens of thousands.

14 May our oxen have many young.

No one will break through, no one will go out,

and no one will cry in our streets.

15 The people that that happens to are blessed.

Blessed are the people for whom Yahweh is their God.