Chapter 143

The prophet praiseth God, and prayeth to be delivered from his enemies. No worldly happiness is to be compared with that of serving God.

1. 1

   A psalm of David against Goliath.

2. 2

   My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer:

3. 3

   Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him; or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

4. 4

   Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

5. 5

   Lord, bow down thy heavens, and descend: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6. 6

   Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

7. 7

   Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children.

8. 8

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

9. 9

   To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

10. 10

    Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant, David, from the malicious sword: 11 deliver me,

11. 12

    Whose sons are as new plants in their youth:

12. 13

    Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that.

13. 15

    They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.