Psalms 144:1-3 - Compare All Versions

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Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me. LORD, what are human beings that you care for them, mere mortals that you think of them?

Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me. O LORD, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him?

Praise the LORD, who is my rock. He trains my hands for war and gives my fingers skill for battle. He is my loving ally and my fortress, my tower of safety, my rescuer. He is my shield, and I take refuge in him. He makes the nations submit to me. O LORD, what are human beings that you should notice them, mere mortals that you should think about them?

Blessed be the LORD, my rock  who trains my hands for battle and my fingers for warfare.  He is my faithful love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield,  and I take refuge in him;  he subdues my people  under me.  LORD, what is a human that you care for him, a son of man  that you think of him?

Blessed be the LORD my strength, Which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight: 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. LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

Blessed be the LORD my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle— My lovingkindness and my fortress, My high tower and my deliverer, My shield and the One in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me. LORD, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?

Blessed be GOD, my mountain, who trains me to fight fair and well. He’s the bedrock on which I stand, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight, The high crag where I run for dear life, while he lays my enemies low. I wonder why you care, GOD— why do you bother with us at all? All we are is a puff of air; we’re like shadows in a campfire.

Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle; My faithfulness and my fortress, My stronghold and my savior, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me. LORD, what is man, that You look after him? Or a son of man, that You think of him?

Blessed be the LORD, my Rock and my great strength, Who trains my hands for war And my fingers for battle; My [steadfast] lovingkindness and my fortress, My high tower and my rescuer, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me. LORD, what is man that You take notice of him? Or the son of man that You think of him? [Job 7:17; Ps 8:4; Heb 2:6]

The LORD, my protector, deserves praise – the one who trains my hands for battle, and my fingers for war, who loves me and is my stronghold, my refuge and my deliverer, my shield and the one in whom I take shelter, who makes nations submit to me. O LORD, of what importance is the human race, that you should notice them? Of what importance is mankind, that you should be concerned about them?