By David.

• ¹Blessed be Yahweh, 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.

• ³Yahweh, 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, Yahweh, 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 bring forth 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 Yahweh.