- 1Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
- 2my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues my people under me.
- 3The Lord, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
- 4Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
- 5Part your heavens, the Lord, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
- 6Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
- 7Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
- 8whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
- 9I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
- 10You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
- 11Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
- 12Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
- 13Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
- 14Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
- 15Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the Lord.