Psalm 144

1.	1 Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for the fight. 2 My Steadfast Love, my Fort, my Stronghold, my Deliverer, my Shield in whom I refuge take, he brings my people under me.
2.	3 O LORD, what then is man that you take note of him? What is the son of man that you consider him? 4 A breath, a nothingness, is man. As for the days of man, they all are like a shadow passing by.
3.	5 O LORD, bow low your heav'ns; may you yourself come down. Yes, touch the mountaintops and cause them thus to smoke. 6 Make lightning flash and scatter them. O may your arrows be sent forth to trouble and disquiet them!
4.	7 Your hand reach from on high to rescue me and save from waters great and deep. from hands of alien folk, 8 whose mouth speaks always what is false, and even the right hand of whom is a right hand of cunning lies.

5.	9 O God, in praise to you, a new song I will sing. Upon a ten-stringed harp your praises I will play. 10 For he salvation gives to kings; his servant David he will help and keep him from the wasting sword.
6.	11 O rescue me and save, grant me deliverance, from hands of alien folk, from power of foreigners, whose mouth speaks always what is false, and even the right hand of whom is a right hand of cunning lies.
7.	12 So be our sons like plants grown sturdy in their youth, and may our daughters be like palace cornerstones; 13 all kinds of goods fill up our barns; our flocks of sheep be multiplied by thousands and ten thousands more;
8.	14 yes, may our cattle bear. may there be no attacks, no going forth to war, no outcry in our streets. 15 O happy people who are thus! O happy people who can say they have the LORD to be their God! Tune: Lischer, 66.66.888.