Psalms Chapter 144
Big ups to the Lord, my strength, teaching my hands to flex and my fingers to throw down, fr.
[{A Psalm} of David.] Blessed {be} the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, {and} my fingers to fight: {strength: Heb. rock} {to war...: Heb. to the war, etc}
For real, my goodness, my fortress; my tall tower, and my savior; my shield, and the one I trust; who’s always got my back, no cap.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and {he} in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. {My goodness: or, My mercy}
So, Lord, what’s the deal with humans that you even notice them? Or the offspring of man, that you vibe with them?
LORD, what {is} man, that thou takest knowledge of him! {or} the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
Humans are like a moment that fades; their days are just shadows that dip, no cap.
Man is like to vanity: his days {are} as a shadow that passeth away.
Heavens, bow down, O Lord, and pull up: touch the mountains, and they’ll start vibing out.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Drop some lightning and scatter them: shoot your arrows and take them out, savage.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
Send your hand from above; save me and pull me out of the deep end, from those sus kids.
Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children; {hand from: Heb. hands from}
Their mouths are all noise, and their right hand is just packed with lies, fr.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand {is} a right hand of falsehood.
I’m gonna drop a new track for you, O God: on a psaltery and a ten-string vibe, I’ll give you major props.
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery {and} an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
He’s the one who saves kings; who hooks up David, his homie, from the shady sword.
{It is he} that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword. {salvation: or, victory}
Pull me out and save me from those sus kids, whose mouths are pure chatter, and their right hand is full of lies.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand {is} a right hand of falsehood:
May our sons grow like strong plants; may our daughters be like polished cornerstones, goated like a palace.
That our sons {may be} as plants grown up in their youth; {that} our daughters {may be} as corner stones, polished {after} the similitude of a palace: {polished: Heb. cut}
May our barns be stacked, holding all kinds of treats; may our sheep drop thousands in our streets, no cap.
{That} our garners {may be} full, affording all manner of store: {that} our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: {all...: Heb. from kind to kind}
May our oxen be tough for work; may there be no breaking in or going out; may our streets be complaint-free.
{That} our oxen {may be} strong to labour; {that there be} no breaking in, nor going out; that {there be} no complaining in our streets. {strong...: Heb. able to bear burdens, or, loaden with flesh}
Blessed is that crew in a situation like this: for real, blessed is that people whose God is the Lord.
Happy {is that} people, that is in such a case: {yea}, happy {is that} people, whose God {is} the LORD.