Tehillim 144

(1) ledavid barukh Ado-nai tzuri hamlamed yadai lakrav etzbeotai lamilchama

(2) chasdi umtzudati misgabi umfalti li magini uvo chasiti haroded ami tachtai

(3) Ado-nai ma-adam vatedaehu ben-enosh vatchashvehu

(4) adam lahevel dama yamai ketzel over

(5) Ado-nai hat-shameikha vetered ga beharim veyeeshanu

(6) berok barak utfitzem shelach chitzeikha uthumem

(7) shelach yadeikha mimarom petzeni vehatzileni mimayim rabim miyad benei nekhar

(8) asher pihem diber-shav viminam yemin shaker

(9) elohim shir chadash ashira lakh benevel asor azamra-lakh

(10) hanoten teshua lamlakhim hapotze et-david avdo mecherev raa

(11) petzeni vehatzileni miyad benei-nekhar asher pihem diber-shav viminam yemin shaker

(12) asher baneinu kintiim megudalim binureihem benoteinu khezaviyot mechutavot tavnit heikhal

(13) mezaveinu meleim mefikim mizan el-zan tzonenu maalifot merubavot bechutzoteinu

(14) alufeinu mesubalim ein-peretz veein yotzet veein tzevacha birchovoteinu

(15) ashrei haam shekakha lo ashrei haam she-Ado-nai elohai

(1) [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, Who traineth my hands for war, And my fingers for battle;

(2) My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and He in whom I take refuge; Who subdueth my people under me.

(3) LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

(4) Man is like unto a breath; His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

(5) O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

(6) Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

(7) Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; Rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, Out of the hand of strangers;

(8) Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, And their right hand is a right hand of lying.

(9) O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

(10) Who givest salvation unto kings, Who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

(11) Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, And their right hand is a right hand of lying.

(12) We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; Whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

(13) Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; Whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

(14) Whose oxen are well laden; With no breach, and no going forth, And no outcry in our broad places;

(15) Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.