---
title: Joseph Smith Translation (1867 edition)
description: Psalms from the Joseph Smith Translation (JST), 1867 edition.
authors:
  - Smith, Joseph, Jr.
collections:
  - joseph-smith
tags:
  - translation
published: "1867"
publisher: RLDS Publication Board
publisher_place: Plano, Illinois
publisher_note: "The title page reads: Published by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints; Joseph Smith, I. L. Rogers, E. Robinson, Publishing Committee; 1867."
edition: First edition (Plano, 1867)
language: en
type: book
chapter: 144
verse_count: 15
reference: "Joseph Smith Jr., *Joseph Smith Translation*, first edition (Plano, IL: RLDS Publication Board, 1867), Psalms, chap. 144, https://archive.org/details/holyscripturestr00smituoft."
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/holyscripturestr00smituoft
  identifier: holyscripturestr00smituoft
  scan: University of Toronto / Trinity College Library copy, Internet Archive
  transcription: "OCR text of the 1867 scans (Toronto copy and a second copy, holyscriptures00smit), reconciled word by word; Romans was also checked against the page images. Method, per-chapter validation log and known limits: docs/jst-1867-import.md."
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: 1867 US publication
  source: https://archive.org/details/holyscripturestr00smituoft
  publication_year: 1867
---

# Psalms 144

*A prayer for sundry blessings. A Psalm of David.*

**1** Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight;
**2** 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.
**3** Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
**4** Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
**5** Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down; touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
**6** Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
**7** Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
**8** Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
**9** 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,
**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 Grod is the Lord.