Psalms 144

Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to warre, and my fingers to fight.

GenevaA Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.

לְ/דָוִ֨ד בָּ֘ר֤וּךְ יְהוָ֨ה צוּרִ֗/י הַֽ/מְלַמֵּ֣ד יָדַ֣/י לַ/קְרָ֑ב אֶ֝צְבְּעוֹתַ֗/י לַ/מִּלְחָמָֽה

My goodnes and my fortresse, my high tower and my deliuerer, my shield, and he in whome I trust: who subdueth my people vnder me.

GenevaHe is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.

חַסְדִּ֥/י וּ/מְצוּדָתִ/י֮ מִשְׂגַּבִּ֪/י וּֽ/מְפַלְטִ֫/י לִ֥/י מָ֭גִנִּ/י וּ/ב֣/וֹ חָסִ֑יתִי הָ/רוֹדֵ֖ד עַמִּ֣/י תַחְתָּֽ/י

LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the sonne of man, that thou makest account of him?

GenevaLord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!

יְֽהוָ֗ה מָה אָ֭דָם וַ/תֵּדָעֵ֑/הוּ בֶּן אֱ֝נ֗וֹשׁ וַֽ/תְּחַשְּׁבֵֽ/הוּ

Man is like to vanity: his dayes are as a shadow that passeth away.

GenevaMan is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.

אָ֭דָם לַ/הֶ֣בֶל דָּמָ֑ה יָ֝מָ֗י/ו כְּ/צֵ֣ל עוֹבֵֽר

Bow thy heauens, O LORD, and come downe: touch the mountaines, and they shall smoke.

GenevaBow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.

יְ֭הוָה הַט שָׁמֶ֣י/ךָ וְ/תֵרֵ֑ד גַּ֖ע בֶּ/הָרִ֣ים וְֽ/יֶעֱשָֽׁנוּ

Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and destroy them.

GenevaCast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.

בְּר֣וֹק בָּ֭רָק וּ/תְפִיצֵ֑/ם שְׁלַ֥ח חִ֝צֶּ֗י/ךָ וּ/תְהֻמֵּֽ/ם

Send thine hand from aboue, rid me, and deliuer me out of great waters: from the hand of strange children,

GenevaSend thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,

שְׁלַ֥ח יָדֶ֗י/ךָ מִ/מָּ֫ר֥וֹם פְּצֵ֣/נִי וְ֭/הַצִּילֵ/נִי מִ/מַּ֣יִם רַבִּ֑ים מִ֝/יַּ֗ד בְּנֵ֣י נֵכָֽר

Whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood.

GenevaWhose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭י/הֶם דִּבֶּר שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝/ימִינָ֗/ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר

I will sing a new song vnto thee, O God: vpon a psalterie, and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises vnto thee.

GenevaI wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.

אֱֽלֹהִ֗ים שִׁ֣יר חָ֭דָשׁ אָשִׁ֣ירָה לָּ֑/ךְ בְּ/נֵ֥בֶל עָ֝שׂ֗וֹר אֲזַמְּרָה לָּֽ/ךְ

It is he that giueth saluation vnto kings: who deliuereth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sword.

GenevaIt is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.

הַ/נּוֹתֵ֥ן תְּשׁוּעָ֗ה לַ/מְּלָ֫כִ֥ים הַ֭/פּוֹצֶה אֶת דָּוִ֥ד עַבְדּ֗/וֹ מֵ/חֶ֥רֶב רָעָֽה

Rid me, and deliuer me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood.

GenevaRescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:

פְּצֵ֥/נִי וְ/הַצִּילֵ/נִי֮ מִ/יַּ֪ד בְּֽנֵי נֵ֫כָ֥ר אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭י/הֶם דִּבֶּר שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝/ימִינָ֗/ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר

That our sonnes may be as plants growen vp in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

GenevaThat our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:

אֲשֶׁ֤ר בָּנֵ֨י/נוּ כִּ/נְטִעִים֮ מְגֻדָּלִ֪ים בִּֽ/נְעוּרֵ֫י/הֶ֥ם בְּנוֹתֵ֥י/נוּ כְ/זָוִיֹּ֑ת מְ֝חֻטָּב֗וֹת תַּבְנִ֥ית הֵיכָֽל

That our garners may bee full, affoording all maner of store; that our sheepe may bring forth thousands, and tenne thousands in our streetes.

GenevaThat our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:

מְזָוֵ֣י/נוּ מְלֵאִים֮ מְפִיקִ֥ים מִ/זַּ֗ן אֶ֫ל זַ֥ן צֹאונֵ֣/נוּ מַ֭אֲלִיפוֹת מְרֻבָּב֗וֹת בְּ/חוּצוֹתֵֽי/נוּ

That our oxen may be strong to labour, that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streetes.

GenevaThat our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.

אַלּוּפֵ֗י/נוּ מְֽסֻבָּ֫לִ֥ים אֵֽין פֶּ֭רֶץ וְ/אֵ֣ין יוֹצֵ֑את וְ/אֵ֥ין צְ֝וָחָ֗ה בִּ/רְחֹבֹתֵֽי/נוּ

Happy is that people that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.

GenevaBlessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.

אַשְׁרֵ֣י הָ֭/עָם שֶׁ/כָּ֣כָה לּ֑/וֹ אַֽשְׁרֵ֥י הָ֝/עָ֗ם שֶׁ/יֲהוָ֥ה אֱלֹהָֽי/ו