Psalm 144

BLessed for ever be the Lord,
my only strength and might,
Which doth instruct my hands to war,
my fingers too to fight.
My goodness, sort, deliverer,
my tower and shield is he,
In him I trust, he doth subdue
mine enemies under me.

Lord, what is man, that thou of him
dost so much knowledge take?
Or son of man, that of him thou
so great account dost make?
Man is like vanity, his days
away like shadows sly.
Lord, bow the heavens, and come down
with power and majesty.

The mountains touch, and they shall smoak.
Thy lightnings cast abroad,
And scatter them, thine arrows shoot,
and them destroy, O God.
And from above send down thine hand,
rid and deliver me
From the great waters, from the hand
of strangers see me free.

Whose mouth and tongue speak nothing else
but foolish vanity,
Their right hand is a right hand full
of fraud and treachery.
I a new song will sing to thee,
O God, on Psaltery,
And on ten-stringed instruments
to thee sing praise will I.

It is he onely that to Kings
timely salvation sends,
His servant David he alone
from hurtful sword defends.
From strangers hand me rid and save;
whose mouth talks vanity,
And their right hand a right hand is
of fraud and subtilty.

That as a plant our sons may be
in youth grown to a tree,
Our daughters as carv'd corner stones,
like a fair palace be.
Our garners with provisions may
of all sorts full be found,
Sheep in our streets, with thousands and
ten thousands may abound.

Our Oxen be to labour strong,
that none do us invade,
There be no going out, no cry
within our streets be made.
Happy that people are that be
in such a case as this,
Happy that people are whose God
the Lord Almighty is.