The Book of Psalms

[A Psalm of David.] Blessed [be] Jehovah my Rock, who teaches my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

[He is] my mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield, and in Him I take refuge, [in Him] who humbles my people under me.

O Jehovah, what [is] man that You know him; the son of man, that you esteem him?

Man [is] like to vanity; his days [are] like a shadow that passes.

Bow down Your heavens, O Jehovah; and come down; touch the mountains and they shall smoke.

Flash out lightning and scatter them; send out Your arrows and confound them.

Send Your hand from above; rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of a foreigner's sons,

whose mouths have spoken vanity; and their right hand is a right hand of lies.

I will sing a new song to You, O God; I will sing praises to You on a harp of ten [strings],

You who gives salvation to kings, who delivers His servant David from the evil sword.

Rescue me and deliver me from the foreigners' sons, those whose mouths have spoken vanity; and their right hand [is] a right hand of lies;

so that our sons [may be] like plants grown up in their youth; [and] our daughters like corner-stones hewn like a palace building;

[and] our storehouses [may be] full, furnishing kind to kind; our flocks may breed thousands [and] ten thousands outside,

our oxen laden; there is no break and no going out, and no crying in our plazas.

Blessed [are] the peoples that are so; blessed [are] the peoples whose God [is] Jehovah!