Psalm 144
1 Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
1 Blessed be the | Lord my | strength, ||
who teacheth my hands to | war, • and my | 3 fingers to | fight: ||
2 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.
2 My hope and my fortress, my castle and deliverer, * my defender in | whom I | trust; ||
who sub- | 3 dueth my | people • that is | under • me. ||
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
3 Lord, what is man, that thou hast | such re- | spect un•to him? ||
or the son of | man, • that thou | so re- | gardest • him? ||
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
4 Man is like a | thing of | nought; ||
his time | 3 passeth a- | way • like a | shadow. ||
5 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
5 Bow thy heavens, O | Lord, and • come | down; ||
touch the | 3 mountains, and | they shall | smoke. ||
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
6 Cast forth thy | 3 lightning, and | tear them; ||
shoot | out thine | arrows, • and con- | sume them. ||
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
7 Send down thine | hand • from a- | bove; ||
deliver me, and take me out of the great | waters, • from the | hand of | strangers; ||
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
8 Whose mouth | 3 talketh of | vani•ty, ||
and their | right hand • is a | 3 right hand of | wicked•ness. ||
9 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.
9 I will sing a new song unto | thee, O | God; ||
and sing praises unto | thee up•on a | ten-stringed | lute. ||
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
10 Thou hast given | victory • unto | kings, ||
and hast delivered David thy | servant • from the | peril • of the | sword. ||
11 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:
11 Save me, and deliver me from the | hand of | strangers, ||
whose mouth talketh of vanity, * and their | right hand • is a | right hand • of in- | iqui•ty: ||
12 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:
12 That our sons may grow | up as the • young | plants, ||
and that our daughters may be as the | polished | corners • of the | temple; ||
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
13 That our garners may be full and plenteous with | all • manner of | store; ||
that our sheep may bring forth thousands, and | ten • thousands | in our | fields; ||
14 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.
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; * that there be | no de- | cay, ||
no leading into captivity, and | no com- | plaining • in our | streets. ||
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.
15 Happy are the people that are in | such a | case; ||
yea, blessed are the people 3 who | have the | Lord • for their | God. ||
About the Pointing
The text of the Coverdale Psalter follows the 1928 American Book of Common Prayer. The pointing, suitably adapted, is taken from Charles Macpherson, Edward C. Bairstow, and Percy C. Buck, The English Psalter (Novello & Co., 1925).