Salmi 144

1Blest be the Lordmy rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting. 2My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet. 3, Lordwhat are mortals that you care for them, that you think of them? 4They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes. 5, Lordbow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke. 6Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them. 7Stretch out your hand from on high; me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners, 8who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies. 9O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music. 10For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save. 11Snatch 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. 12May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: daughters like cornices carved as in palaces. 13May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands. 14May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, cry of distress in our streets.