Psalm CXLIV

For ever blessed be the Lord,
He is my [only] Rock and might;
Which taught my hands the skill of war,
And [taught my] fingers how to fight.

My Goodness, Fortress, my high Tower,
[My] Saviour and [my[ shield is he;
In whom I trust, who doth subdue
My [foes and] people under me.

Lord, what is man, that thou of him
Dost so much [mindful] notice take?
Or what's the son of man, that thou
Of him [so much] account dost make?

Man is like vanity; his days
Away like [passing] shadows fly.

Lord, bow the heav'ns, come down and shew
To man thy [awful] Majesty.
The mountains touch, and they will smoak,

Cast forth thy [frightful] Lightening;
Scatter them, shoot thine arrows out,
Them to [deserv'd] destruction bring.

Send from above thy pow'rful hand,
[Do thou] rid and deliver me;
From waters great, and from the hands
Of [envious] strangers set me free.

Such whose deceitful mouth doth speak
[Hurtful] untruth and vanity;
And their right hand doth execute
Falshood and [cruel] treachery.

A new song I to thee will sing,
Lord, on the [pleasant] Psaltery;
On a ten-stringed instrument
I will sing [joyful] praise to thee.

It's he that Victory to Kings,
And their [desir'd] salvation sends;
His servant David he preserves,
And from the [hurtful) sword defends.

Save me from wicked strangers hands,
Whose [faithless] mouth speaks vanity;
And their right hand doth execute
Falshood and [their own] treachery.

That grown up in their youth like plants
Sons be [that are] unto us born;
Our daughters like to polish'd stones,
[May be] that Palaces adorn.

That to afford all kind of store,
Our garners may be [alway] fill'd;
That thousands, and ten thousands more
Sheep in our streets [increas'd] store yield.

That strong our Oxen be to work,
That [on us] no Invasion come;
No flying out, that in our streets
[With us] be no complaining moan.

Those are a happy people here,
[Who are] in such a case as this;
Happy indeed those people are
Whose God [our great] Jehovah is.