144:1 A
Psalme
of
Dauid.
Blessed
be
the
Lord
my
strength,
which
teacheth
my
hands
to
warre,
and
my
fingers
to
fight.
144:2 My
goodnes
and
my
fortresse,
my
high
tower
and
my
deliuerer,
my
shield,
and
he
in
whome
I
trust:
who
subdueth
my
people
vnder
me.
144:3 Lord,
what
is
man,
that
thou
takest
knowledge
of
him
or
the
sonne
of
man,
that
thou
makest
account
of
him
144:4 Man
is
like
to
vanity:
his
dayes
are
as
a
shadow
that
passeth
away.
144:5 Bow
thy
heauens,
O
Lord,
and
come
downe:
touch
the
mountaines,
and
they
shall
smoke.
144:6 Cast
forth
lightning,
and
scatter
them:
shoote
out
thine
arrowes,
and
destroy
them.
144:7 Send
thine
hand
from
aboue,
rid
me,
and
deliuer
me
out
of
great
waters:
from
the
hand
of
strange
children,
144:8 Whose
mouth
speaketh
vanitie:
and
their
right
hand
is
a
right
hand
of
falshood.
144:9 I
will
sing
a
new
song
vnto
thee,
O
God:
vpon
a
psalterie,
and
an
instrument
of
ten
strings
will
I
sing
praises
vnto
thee.
144:10 It
is
he
that
giueth
saluation
vnto
kings:
who
deliuereth
Dauid
his
seruant
from
the
hurtfull
sword.
144:11 Rid
me,
and
deliuer
me
from
the
hand
of
strange
children,
whose
mouth
speaketh
vanitie:
and
their
right
hand
is
a
right
hand
of
falshood.
144:12 That
our
sonnes
may
be
as
plants
growen
vp
in
their
youth;
that
our
daughters
may
be
as
corner
stones,
polished
after
the
similitude
of
a
palace:
144:13 That
our
garners
may
bee
full,
affoording
all
maner
of
store;
that
our
sheepe
may
bring
forth
thousands,
and
tenne
thousands
in
our
streetes.
144:14 That
our
oxen
may
be
strong
to
labour,
that
there
be
no
breaking
in,
nor
going
out;
that
there
be
no
complaining
in
our
streetes.
144:15 Happy
is
that
people
that
is
in
such
a
case:
yea,
happy
is
that
people,
whose
God
is
the
Lord.
