[1] Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle— [2] my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me. [3] Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him? [4] Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away. [5] Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke. [6] Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them. [7] Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners, [8] whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. [9] I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you. [10] You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword. [11] Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. [12] Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace. [13] Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields. [14] Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets. [15] Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.
