1A Psalm of David. Blessed be Yehovah my rock, Who teaches my hands to war, And my fingers to fight:
2My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdues my people under me.
3Yehovah, what is man, that you take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that you take account of him?
4Man is like vanity: His days are as a shadow that passes away.
5Bow your heavens, O Yehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out your arrows, and rout them.
7Stretch forth your hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;
8Whose mouth speaks deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9I will sing a new song to you, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to you.
10You are he who gives salvation to kings; Who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaks deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as cornerstones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
13When our barns are full, affording all manner of store, And our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14When our oxen are well laden; When there is no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:
15Happy is the people who are in such a case; Yes, happy is the people whose God is Yehovah.