[1] Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, My fingers for battle; [2] My lovingkindness and my fortress, My stronghold and my deliverer, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me. [3] O Yahweh, what is man, that You know him? Or the son of man, that You think of him? [4] Man is like a breath; His days are like a passing shadow. [5] O Yahweh, bow Your heavens, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke. [6] Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Send out Your arrows and confuse them. [7] Send forth Your hand from on high; Set me free and deliver me out of many waters, Out of the hand of foreigners [8] Whose mouth speaks worthlessness, And whose right hand is a right hand of lying. [9] O God, I will sing a new song to You; Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You, [10] Who gives salvation to kings, Who sets David His servant free from the evil sword. [11] Set me free and deliver me out of the hand of the sons of a foreigner, Whose mouth speaks worthlessness And whose right hand is a right hand of lying. [12] That our sons would be as grown-up plants in their youth, And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace; [13] That our granaries would be full, furnishing every kind of produce, And our flocks would bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields outside; [14] That our cattle would bear Without mishap and without loss, And without outcry in our streets! [15] How blessed are the people for whom this is so; How blessed are the people for whom God is Yahweh!
