Psalm 144 N.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Blessed be the Lord my strength, that doth instruct my hands to fight; The Lord that doth my fingers frame to battle by his might.
2 He is my hope, my fort, and tow'r, deliverer and shield; In him I trust, my people he subdues to me to yield.
3 O Lord, what thing is man, that him thou dost so highly prize! Or son of man, that upon him thou thinkest in such wise!
4 Man is but like to vanity, so pass his days to end, As fleeting shade. Bow down, O Lord, the heav'ns, and thence descend;
5 The mountains touch, and they shall smoke, cast forth thy lightning's flame, And scatter them; thy arrows shoot, consume them with the same.
6 Send down thy hand from heav'n above, O Lord, deliver me; Take me from waters great, from hand of strangers set me free;
7 Whose subtle mouth of vanity with flatt'ring words doth treat, And their right-hand is a right-hand of falsehood and deceit.
8 A new song will I sing to thee, O God the Lord most high, And on a ten-stringed lute also praise thee most joyfully.
9 E'en he it is that only gives deliverance to kings; Unto his servant David help from hurtful sword he brings;
10 From strangers' hand me save and shield, whose mouth talks vanity, And their right-hand is a right-hand of guile and subtlety.
11 That so our sons may be as plants which growing youth doth rear, Our daughters as carved corner-stones, like to a palace fair;
12 Our garners full and plenty may of sundry sorts be found; Our sheep bring thousands, in our streets ten thousand may abound:
13 Our oxen be to labor strong, that none may us invade; No goings out there be, nor cries within our streets be made.
14 The people happy are that with such blessings great are storm; Yea, blessed all tile people are, whose God is God the Lord.