Psalms 144
1Blessed 2 who trains my hands to war, 2 and my fingers to battle— 1
2my 2 my high tower, my deliverer, 2 my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, 2 who subdues my people under me. 1
3LORD 2 Or the son of man, that you think of him? 1
4Man 2 His days are like a shadow that passes away. 1
5Part your 2 Touch the mountains, and they will smoke. 1
6Throw 2 Send out your arrows, and rout them. 1
7Stretch 2 rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, 2 out of the hands of foreigners, 2
8whose mouths 2 whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. 1
9I 2 On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you. 1
10You 2 who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword. 1
11Rescue 2 whose mouths speak deceit, 2 whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. 1
12Then 2 our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace. 1
13Our barns are 2 Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields. 1
14Our 2 There is no breaking in, and no going away, 2 and no outcry in our streets. 1
15Happy are 2 Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.