1-2 Blessed be God, my mountain,who trains me to fight fair and well.He’s the bedrock on which I stand,the castle in which I live,my rescuing knight,The high crag where I run for dear life,while he lays my enemies low.
3-4 I wonder why you care, God—why do you bother with us at all?All we are is a puff of air;we’re like shadows in a campfire.
5-8 Step down out of heaven, God;ignite volcanoes in the hearts of the mountains.Hurl your lightnings in every direction;shoot your arrows this way and that.Reach all the way from sky to sea:pull me out of the ocean of hate,out of the grip of those barbariansWho lie through their teeth,who shake your handthen knife you in the back.
9-10 O God, let me sing a new song to you,let me play it on a twelve-string guitar—A song to the God who saved the king,the God who rescued David, his servant.