Blessed Be the LORD, My Rock

1To David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, teaching my hands for the encounter, my fingers for war;

2My mercy and my fortress, my height and delivering for me; my shield, and in him I put my trust; treading down peoples under me.

3O Jehovah, what is man and thou wilt know him? the son of man, and thou wilt reckon him?

4Man was likened to vanity: his days as a shadow passing away.

5O Jehovah, incline thy heavens, and thou wilt come down: touch upon the mountains and they shall smoke.

6Send forth the lightning, and thou wilt scatter them: send thine arrows, and thou wilt destroy them.

7Send thy hands from height; snatch me away, and deliver me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of the stranger;

8Whom their mouth spake vanity, and their right hand a right hand of falsehood.

9O God, a new song will I sing to thee; with an instrument of ten strings, I will play on the harp to thee.

10Giving salvation to kings: snatch in away David his servant from the evil sword.

11Snatch me away and deliver me from the hand of the sons of the stranger, whom their mouth spake vanity, and their right hand a right hand of falsehood:

12That our sons as plants growing great in their youth, our daughters as corners variegated, the likeness of a temple:

13Our garners being filled, bringing forth from sort to sort; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our streets:

14Our oxen bearing no breaking, and no coming forth, and no complaining in our broad places.

15Happy the people thus and thus to him: happy the people Jehovah his God.