Salmos 144

1 Praise be to the LORD my Rock, ¶ who trains my hands for war, ¶ my fingers for battle.

2 He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, ¶ my shield, in whom I take refuge, ¶ who subdues peoples [^1] under me.

3 LORD, what are human beings that you care for them, ¶ mere mortals that you think of them?

4 They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.

5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down; ¶ touch the mountains, so that they smoke.

6 Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy; shoot your arrows and rout them.

7 Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me ¶ from the mighty waters, ¶ from the hands of foreigners

8 whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.

9 I will sing a new song to you, my God; ¶ on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,

10 to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David. ¶ From the deadly sword

11 deliver me; rescue me from the hands of foreigners ¶ whose mouths are full of lies, ¶ whose right hands are deceitful.

12 Then our sons in their youth ¶ will be like well-nurtured plants, ¶ and our daughters will be like pillars ¶ carved to adorn a palace.

13 Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. ¶ Our sheep will increase by thousands, ¶ by tens of thousands in our fields;

14 our oxen will draw heavy loads. [^2] There will be no breaching of walls, ¶ no going into captivity, ¶ no cry of distress in our streets.

15 Blessed is the people of whom this is true; blessed is the people whose God is the LORD.