| | 1 | Of David. Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. | |
| | 2 | 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. | |
| | 3 | O LORD, what is man that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him? | |
| | 4 | Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow. | |
| | 5 | Part your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke. | |
| | 6 | Send forth lightning and scatter the enemies; shoot your arrows and rout them. | |
| | 7 | Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters, from the hands of foreigners | |
| | 8 | whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful. | |
| | 9 | I will sing a new song to you, O God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you, | |
| | 10 | to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword. | |
| | 11 | Deliver me and rescue me from the hands of foreigners whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful. | |
| | 12 | Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace. | |
| | 13 | Our barns will be filled with every kind of provision. Our sheep will increase by thousands, by tens of thousands in our fields; | |
| | 14 | our oxen will draw heavy loads. There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets. | |
| | 15 | Blessed are the people of whom this is true; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD. | |
