Psalm 143 — The Holy Bible

By David; against Goliath.

Blessed is the Lord my God,

Who trains my hands for battle,

My fingers for war;

He is my mercy and my refuge,

My helper and my deliverer,

My protector in whom I hope,

Who subjects my people under me.

O Lord, what is man, that You are made known to him,

Or the son of man, that You consider him?

Man is become like vanity,

His days like a passing shadow.

O Lord, bow down Your heavens and descend;

Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke;

Flash lightning, and You shall scatter them;

Shoot Your arrows, and You shall trouble them.

Send forth Your hand from on high;

Deliver me and save me from great waters,

From the hand of the sons of foreigners,

Whose mouth speaks empty things,

And their right hand is the right hand of wrongdoing.

O God, I shall sing a new song to You;

I shall play to You on a harp of ten strings,

To Him who gives salvation to kings,

Who redeems David His servant from the evil sword.

Deliver me and save me from the hand of the sons of foreigners,

Whose mouth speaks empty things,

And their right hand is a right hand of wrongdoing,

Whose sons are like new plants

Matured in their youth,

Their daughters beautified,

Adorned like a temple;

Their storehouses are full,

Bursting forth with abundance on all sides;

Their sheep give many births,

Multiplying in their streets;

Their oxen are fat;

There is no gap in their fence or passage,

Nor outcry in their streets.

They call the people blessed, whose lot this is;

But rather, blessed is the people

Whose God is the Lord.