I will sing a new song(A) to you, my God;
    on the ten-stringed lyre(B) I will make music to you,
10 to the One who gives victory to kings,(C)
    who delivers his servant David.(D)

From the deadly sword(E) 11 deliver me;
    rescue me(F) from the hands of foreigners(G)
whose mouths are full of lies,(H)
    whose right hands are deceitful.(I)

12 Then our sons in their youth
    will be like well-nurtured plants,(J)
and our daughters will be like pillars(K)
    carved to adorn a palace.
13 Our barns will be filled(L)
    with every kind of provision.
Our sheep will increase by thousands,
    by tens of thousands in our fields;
14     our oxen(M) will draw heavy loads.[a]
There will be no breaching of walls,(N)
    no going into captivity,
    no cry of distress in our streets.(O)
15 Blessed is the people(P) of whom this is true;
    blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 144:14 Or our chieftains will be firmly established

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.

10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful 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:

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:

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:

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.

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

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I will (A)sing a new song to You, O God;
On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
10 The One who gives [a]salvation to kings,
(B)Who delivers David His servant
From the deadly sword.

11 Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners,
Whose mouth speaks lying words,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood—
12 That our sons may be (C)as plants grown up in their youth;
That our daughters may be as [b]pillars,
Sculptured in palace style;
13 That our barns may be full,
Supplying all kinds of produce;
That our sheep may bring forth thousands
And ten thousands in our fields;
14 That our oxen may be well laden;
That there be no [c]breaking in or going out;
That there be no outcry in our streets.
15 (D)Happy are the people who are in such a state;
Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 144:10 deliverance
  2. Psalm 144:12 corner pillars
  3. Psalm 144:14 Lit. breach