Psalms 143

¹A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war

²My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me

³O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him

⁴Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow

⁵O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke

⁶Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray

⁷Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners

⁸Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity

⁹To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you

¹⁰He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity

¹²Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple

¹³Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance

¹⁴Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets

¹⁵They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord