| | 1 | A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle-- | |
| | 2 | 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. | |
| | 3 | LORD, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You are mindful of him? | |
| | 4 | Man is like a breath; His days are like a passing shadow. | |
| | 5 | Bow down Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. | |
| | 6 | Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Shoot out Your arrows and destroy them. | |
| | 7 | Stretch out Your hand from above; Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, From the hand of foreigners, | |
| | 8 | Whose mouth speaks vain words, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. | |
| | 9 | I will sing a new song to You, O God; On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You, | |
| | 10 | The One who gives salvation to kings, Who delivers David His servant From the deadly sword. | |
| | 11 | Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, Whose mouth speaks lying words, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood-- | |
| | 12 | That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; That our daughters may be as pillars, Sculptured in palace style; | |
| | 13 | That our barns may be full, Supplying all kinds of produce; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our fields; | |
| | 14 | That our oxen may be well-laden; That there be no breaking in or going out; That there be no outcry in our streets. | |
| | 15 | Happy are the people who are in such a state; Happy are the people whose God is the LORD! | |
