Psalms 143

¹A Psalm of David, against Goliath. Blessed be our Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to battle, and my fingers to war.

²My mercy, and my refuge: my defender, and my deliverer. My protector; and I have hoped in him, who subdueth my people under me.

³Lord what is man, that thou art made known to him? Or the son of man, that thou esteemest him?

⁴Man is made like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.

⁵Lord incline thy heavens, and descend: touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

⁶Lighten lightning, and thou shalt disperse them: shoot out thine arrows, and thou shalt destroy them.

⁷Send forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of children strangers.

⁸Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

⁹O God I will sing to thee a new song: in the psalter of ten strings, I will sing to thee.

¹⁰Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed David thy servant from the malignant sword:

¹¹deliver me. And rescue me out of the hand of children strangers, whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand, is the right hand of iniquity.

¹²Whose sons, are as new plants in their youth. Their daughters comely trimmed: decked about after the similitude of a temple.

¹³Their store-houses full, flowing out of this into that. Their ewes full of young, abounding in their going forth:

¹⁴their oxen are fat. There is no ruin of wall, nor passage, nor cry in their streets.

¹⁵They have said, that it is a happy people, which hath these things: blessed is the people, whose God is our Lord.