Psalms 108

1 A songe of Psalme of Dauid. O God, my herte is ready to synge, and to geue prayse. Awake, O my glorye, 2 awake lute and harpe, I my selfe wyll awake ryght early. 3 I wyll geue thanckes vnto the, O Lord, amonge the people. I wil syng prayses vnto the among the Heathen. 4 For the greatenesse of thy mercy is higher then the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse reacheth vnto the cloudes. 5 Set vp thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and thy glory aboue al the eartth. 6 That thy beloued may be delyuered: helpe them with thy right hand and heare me 7 God hath spoken in his Sanctuary, whych thyng reioyseth me. I wyll deuyde Sichem, and meate out the valley of Suchoth. 8 Galaad is myne, Manasses is myne, Ephraym is the strength of my head, Iuda is my captaine. 9 Moab is my washpotte, ouer Edom will I stretch oute my shue, Phylystea shall be glad of me. 10 Who wyll lead me into the stronge cyty? Who wyll brynge me into Edom? 11 Shalt not thou do it (O God) which hast cast vs: out thou God, that wentest not forth with our Hostes? 12 O be thou our helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man. 13 Thorow God we shal do great actes, for it is he that shal treade downe our enemyes.