[1] Blessed be the Lord, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle; [2] My faithfulness and my fortress, My stronghold and my savior, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me. [3] Lord, what is man, that You look after him? Or a son of man, that You think of him? [4] Man is like the breath; His days are like a passing shadow. [5] Bend down Your heavens, Lord, 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] Reach out with Your hand from on high; Rescue me and save me from great waters, From the hand of foreigners [8] Whose mouth speaks deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. [9] God, I will sing a new song to You; On a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You, [10] Who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues His servant David from the evil sword. [11] Rescue me and save me from the hand of foreigners, Whose mouth speaks deceit And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. [12] When our sons in their youth are like growing plants, And our daughters like corner pillars fashioned for a palace, [13] Our granaries are full, providing every kind of produce, And our flocks deliver thousands and ten thousands in our fields; [14] May our cattle be bred Without mishap and without loss, May there be no outcry in our streets! [15] Blessed are the people who are so situated; Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!
