1 Of David. Blessed be Adonai my Rock— who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 He is my lovingkindness, my fortress, my strong tower, and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Adonai, what is man, that You take note of him? Or the son of man, that You consider him?
4 Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Adonai, part Your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains, so they smoke.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them. Send out Your arrows and confuse them.
7 Stretch forth Your hands from on high. Snatch me, deliver me out of deep waters, out of the hand of foreigners,
8 whose mouth speaks falsehood, whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
9 God, I sing a new song to You, on a ten-string harp I sing praises to You—
10 who gives salvation to kings, who rescues Your servant David from the evil sword.
11 Snatch me, deliver me out of the hand of foreigners, whose mouth speaks falsehood, whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved for the construction of a palace.
13 Our storehouses are full, supplying every kind of produce. Our flocks increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 Our oxen bear a heavy load. There is no breach, no going into captivity, no outcry in our streets.
15 Happy are such a people! Blessed are the people whose God is Adonai!