¹ Blessed be the Lord my Rock,
who trains my hands for battle,
my fingers for war.
² He shows me mercy.
He is my stronghold, my high fortress.
He is my deliverer and my shield,
so I take refuge in him.
He subdues peoples^[a] under me.

³ Lord, what is man that you notice him,
the son of man that you consider him?
⁴ Man is like a breath.^[b]
His days are like a passing shadow.

⁵ Lord, rip open your heavens and come down.
Touch the mountains so that they smoke.
⁶ Send out lightning and scatter them.
Shoot your arrows and rout them.
⁷ Reach down your hand from on high.
Rescue me and snatch me from the mighty waters,
from the hand of foreigners ⁸ whose mouths speak lies,
who raise their right hands to a false oath.^[c]

⁹ God, I will sing a new song to you.
On the ten-stringed harp I will make music to you,
¹⁰     to you who gives victory to kings,
    to you who delivers David his servant from the evil sword.

¹¹ Rescue me and snatch me from the hand of foreigners
    whose mouths speak lies,
    who raise their right hands to a false oath.

¹² Then our sons in their youth will be like full-grown plants.
Our daughters will be like corner pillars carved to decorate a palace.
¹³ Our storehouses will be filled with produce of every kind.
Our flocks will increase by thousands,
by tens of thousands in our countryside.
¹⁴ Our oxen will pull heavy loads.
There will be no breaking through our walls,
no exile into captivity,
no cry of distress in our city squares.
¹⁵ How blessed are the people for whom this is so.
How blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.