PSAL. CXLIV. A Psalm of David. (Book 144)
O Blessed ever be the Lord,
who is my strength and might,
Who doth instruct my hands to war,
my fingers teach to fight.
My goodnesse, fortresse, my high tow'r,Line 2
deliverer, and shield,
In whom I trust; who under me
my people makes to yeeld.
Lord, what is man, that thou of himLine 3
dost so much knowledge take?
Or son of man, that thou of him
so great account dost make?
Man is like vanity: his dayes,Line 4
as shadows, passe away.
Lord▪ bow thy heav'ns come down, touch thouLine 5
the hils, and smoke shall they.
Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them:Line 6
thine arrows shoot, them rout.
Thine hand send from above me save,Line 7
from great depths draw me out:
And from the hand of children strange,
Whose mouth speaks vanity:Line 8
And their right hand is a right hand
that works deceitfully.
A new song I to thee will sing,Line 9
Lord, on a psalterie;