1 Blessed be Jehovah, my strength, Who teacheth my hands for the fight, My fingers for the battle.
2 My goodness, and my fortress, My citadel, my deliverer for me, My shield, and in him I have hoped, Who subdueth my people under me.
3 O Jehovah! what is man that thou acknowledgest him? The son of man that thou thinkest of him?
4 Man to vanity is like, His days [are] as a shadow that is passing.
5 O Jehovah! bow thy heavens and descend: Touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
6 Thunder forth thunderings and scatter them; Shoot out thy arrows, and destroy them.
7 Send thy hand from on high; Rescue me and deliver me from waters great, From the hand of the sons of the alien.
8 For their mouth hath spoken falsehood, And their right hand is a right hand of deceit.
9 O God! a song that is new I will sing to thee: Upon the nablum, upon the psaltery I will sing psalms to thee
10 Who givest salvation to kings, Who redeemest David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Redeem me, and rescue me, From the hand of the sons of the alien, Whose mouth hath spoken falsehood, And their right hand is a right hand of deceit.
12 Because our sons are as plants Which have grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corners polished After the similitude of a palace.
13 Our recesses full, Supplying all kinds of good things. Our sheep bringing forth thousands, [Yea] ten thousands in our streets.
14 Our oxen to the burden accustomed; No breach, nor going out, Nor cry in our streets.
15 Happy the people to whom it is so, To whom Jehovah is their God.