Psalm 144

New International Version

Of David.

1 Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. 2 He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples^[1] under me. 3 Lord, what are human beings that you care for them, mere mortals that you think of them? 4 They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow. 5 Part your heavens, Lord, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke. 6 Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy; shoot your arrows and rout them. 7 Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hands of foreigners 8 whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful. 9 I will sing a new song to you, my God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you, 10 to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David. From the deadly sword 11 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful. 12 Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace. 13 Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields; 14 our oxen will draw heavy loads.^[2] There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets. 15 Blessed is the people of whom this is true; blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.

King James Version

1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight: 2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. 3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him! 4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away. 5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. 6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them. 7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children; 8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood. 9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee. 10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword. 11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood: 12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace: 13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: 14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets. 15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea , happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.

Elberfelder Bibel

from SCM Verlag

1 Von David. Gepriesen sei der HERR, mein Fels, der meine Hände unterweist zum Kampf, meine Finger zum Krieg: (Ps 18:3; Ps 18:35) 2 Meine Gnade^[1] und meine Burg, meine Zuflucht, mein Retter, mein Schild und der, bei dem ich mich berge, der mir Völker^[2] unterwirft! (Ps 59:18) 3 HERR, was ist der Mensch, dass du Kenntnis von ihm nimmst, der Sohn des Menschen, dass du ihn beachtest? (Ps 8:5; Heb 2:6) 4 Der Mensch gleicht dem Hauch. Seine Tage sind wie ein vorübergehender Schatten. (Job 8:9; Job 14:2; Ps 39:6) 5 HERR, neige deinen Himmel und steige herab! Rühre die Berge an, dass sie rauchen! (Ps 18:10; Ps 104:32; Isa 64:1) 6 Blitze mit Blitzen und zerstreue sie! Schieße deine Pfeile ab und verwirre sie! (Ps 18:15; Ps 64:8) 7 Strecke deine Hand aus von der Höhe! Reiße mich heraus und rette mich aus großen Wassern, aus der Hand der Söhne der Fremde, (Ps 18:17; Ps 124:4) 8 deren Mund Falsches^[3] redet, deren Rechte eine Rechte der Lüge ist! 9 Gott, ein neues Lied will ich dir singen, auf der Harfe von zehn Saiten will ich dir spielen! (Ps 33:2) 10 Dir, der Rettung gibt den Königen, der seinen Knecht David entreißt dem verderblichen Schwert. (Ps 18:51; Ps 132:10; Ps 140:8) 11 Reiße mich heraus und rette mich aus der Hand der Söhne der Fremde, deren Mund Falsches^[4] redet und deren Rechte eine Rechte der Lüge ist. 12 Dass unsere Söhne sind wie Pflanzen, die großgezogen wurden in ihrer Jugend, unsere Töchter gleich Ecksäulen, geschnitzt nach der Bauart eines Palastes. (Ps 128:3) 13 Unsere Speicher seien gefüllt, sie mögen ⟨Nahrung⟩ spenden von jeglicher Art! Unser Kleinvieh mehre sich tausendfach, zehntausendfach auf unseren Fluren! (Le 26:5; De 7:13; Ps 65:14) 14 Unsere Rinder seien trächtig, ohne Riss^[5] und Fehlgeburt! Kein Klagegeschrei sei auf unseren Plätzen! (Le 26:6; Isa 65:19) 15 Glücklich das Volk, dem es so ergeht! Glücklich das Volk, dessen Gott der HERR ist! (Ps 33:12)