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?^[a]
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!