Psalms 144
A Psalm of David.
1Blessed <add>be</add> the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, <add>and</add> my fingers to fight:2My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and <add>he</add> in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3LORD, what <add>is</add> man, that thou takest knowledge of him! <add>or</add> the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4Man is like to vanity: his days <add>are</add> as a shadow that passeth away.
5Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand <add>is</add> a right hand of falsehood.
9I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery <add>and</add> an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10<add>It is he</add> that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand <add>is</add> a right hand of falsehood:
12That our sons <add>may be</add> as plants grown up in their youth; <add>that</add> our daughters <add>may be</add> as corner stones, polished <add>after</add> the similitude of a palace:
13<add>That</add> our garners <add>may be</add> full, affording all manner of store: <add>that</add> our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14<add>That</add> our oxen <add>may be</add> strong to labour; <add>that there be</add> no breaking in, nor going out; that <add>there be</add> no complaining in our streets.
15Happy <add>is that</add> people, that is in such a case: <add>yea</add>, happy <add>is that</add> people, whose God <add>is</add> the LORD.